Friday, July 17, 2009

life; live.

17-July-2009

I've been breathing for
8,038.8 days,
192,931.2 hours,
11,575,871 minutes,
694,552,320 seconds.

that's life
there're more to be counted
there's infinity of breath to be taken
the figure will gradually increase, never stop unless
you say it
no one can shape your life unless you allow it
you are adult, live like one(xiang, 2009)
you are human, live like one (Jt, 2009)
You are Mia, live like one (Mia, 2009)

Life ain't so perfect
but what is perfect in the wolrd?
Paris Hilton has her own problem of constipation (perhaps)
Pierre Herme has his barriers when creating new flavour (should be)





















Edicson Chen has his trouble of controling his dick (unidentified-- but i think so, or he wont to have fark so many chicks)
Barack Obama has his own worries of constitute new hopes for US
everyone seems perfect has own imperfection
flaws- is like a mark burned into flesh of everyone
who is perfect then?
no one.....
God ain't perfect too (if there is one, im anogsticism)

Since everyone is imperfect, what is the point to force youself to be the perfect one?
is it nececcsry?
Putting myself in the labyrinth. to find perfection.
it opens up a path way to the grave

Flaws of myself, should be the characteristic that sometimes appear to be too bifurcated
Sunny at this moment, next second might be a storm
it is a failure, i admit it. Shall i change?
I don't mix with big group, i locked myself in the room doesn't mean i want to be isolated
nor it means i wan empathy
i did so, just simply means at this situation, this moment, this way would makes me feel freerer.
live like the one, the one which my name guided

smile, is the perfect weapon to kills one
a saying: you should smile all the time becoz you'll never know if [he] is looking at you
erm...kinda sarcarstic
if [he] is an unknown one, you are still looking for a [he], so you should smile all the time just for a glance from [he]? you dunno if your smile is his tea.
therefore, smile for wat?
Instead of smile, i'd rather-- grin.
Grin, is come from the bottom of one's heart, it is the most natural smile, i'd say.
I grin...i do grin...

grin like a Cheshire cat.



















Figure, is just a farking annoying thing to drive one crazy and narrow minded
looking at the marks, 69 and 70, 59 and 60
1 mark makes the difference
1st class and 2-1, 2-1 and 2-2
what the hell /who you are, the freak'n blardy godfather-to-be to show us the direction to a so called "heaven" which is marks-driven?
to be frankly, i hate the cock-a-hoop face,
based on merely few marks that've gained more than others
same, i hate the faces of comparing
compare, for the sake of improvement, yea,! go ahead babe;
compare, for the sake of triumphant?
ish...
sad to accept the truth
everythings is triumph-based
in a competition, u win means u win, lose means lose
in a company, hit sales means hit sales
in a creative team, you have ideas means you have ideas
everything is performace-driven
why do human should live in a comparing society huh?



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