Me

I've been wanting to get a tattoo since, like, forever. And after looking at several ideas and designs, I don't really know what I want. What people kept telling me was, "get one that really means something to you", or "get a tattoo that shows who you really are".

Uh, easy for you to say.

If you guys haven't noticed yet, I am the most random person I know. I really don't know what I want and I can't seem to figure out what's so special about me. Therefore, getting something that represents me is out of the question. Unless of course there is something that would represent my indecisiveness and randomness. For I can be someone today, and somebody else the next. And I can like these things now and forget about them later.

So does that mean I'm lost? No, I don't think so. I'm just so fickle minded that I can't make up my mind. I'm still wondering what to do with my life, and somehow I've been on this phase for so long now that I couldn't wait to get out of it. I've tried too many things, believed on so many stupid shit people make up, heard a little too much about life, and I'm still on the process on going through all of those one after the other. Which either means I really am stupid or I'm just a slow learner.

Anyway, back to the tattoo, if I can find one thing that represents me stuck in the same box I was in when I turned thirteen and trying to figure out what I wanted to be and who I wanted to be, then Imma get it and stamp it in my damn body for the rest of my life.

Sigh. I'm too old for this shit.

Tidbits of Hatred

Apathy

There's no point of showing how I feel
There's nothing fun with what I have to deal.
So why would I talk to you?
Succumbing to sympathy,
Not something I would do.

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Red

So undress me with your eyes
As i'll charm you with my lies
I get what I want, with a skirt so red
And I'll you soon leave you for dead.

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She

She's not so perfect after all
Coz now I've seen her crack and fall and then
All I feel is purely hate
For all the shit I had to take,
For all the things I had to do
Just to become as perfect as she
When in all honesty she isn't really
What I pictured her to be.
The perfect girl I used to love
Had me thinking that maybe
And maybe, that perfection is something
That you would tell yourself
When you are just way too busy
Looking up at someone
And ignoring your own capability
To be the best you can be
Coz perfect doesn't exist.
Not for me at least.

PolSci 101

Nov. 13, 2008 10:05AM

So my mind wanders while I'm in class
And now I'm writing poems just to make time pass
I can hear the professor mumbling in my head
I think he's talking about a president who's now dead.

Five past ten, forty minutes to go.
Why is time running so slow?
Maybe I'll just write poems until the bell would ring
And then head to my next class which is public speaking.

This is what happens when you're bored outta your mind
You start talking to yourself and find words that would rhyme.
Now I feel sorry for my polsci class coz I'm not paying attention
But then again, I don't really need right now any political information.

So it took me 10 minutes to write this damn thing,
I'll go back to class now and pretend that I'm listening.

Haven't had my sleep.

It's 6:45am on a Tuesday morning and my class isn't until 9:30. Now what am I gon do? :[

I'm so sleep deprived.

I haven't have any sleep for the last couple of weeks, and it's showing. Seriously.

That's it, no more coffee for me.

Question.

When you look at me, what do you see?

Am I still the girl who you thought I would to be?

So unsure of myself, would you still want me

If I tell you right here, right now,

That I don't even know who I'm suppose to be.

Ah Randomness!

I've been known for my frequent mood swings, rant here, rant there, and much much more. Therefore, one thing I really need is a status updater every now and then, and since Facebook, MySpace, and Friendster only allow me to have one status update at a time, it doesn't really satisfy my mood swinging needs. :D But then came Plurk.

Plurk. The only answer for spamming bloggers, e.g. me.

Yes, someone should take the internet away from me.

But anyways, here's something random from someone so random.