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Too many shadows in my room

too many hours in this midnight

too many corners in my mind

so much to do to set my heart right

its taking too long

i could be wrong

i could be ready

but if I take my heart's advice

I should assume, it's still unsteady

I am in repair

Stood on the corner for a while

To wait for the wind to blow down on me

Hope that it takes with it my old ways

And brings a brand new life upon me

I am in repair

Now i'm walking in the park

all of the birds they dance below me

maybe when things turn green again

it will be good to say you know me

john mayer-in repair

0 comments erdi. last confessed at 12:51 PM
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Yes, yes... I am still quite alive. I enjoy exam periods.. ah, the adrenaline, the time you feel you are actually capable of reading a whole paragraph of Penner (still quite a long distance before you get to the last page, pg 518), when you can use the excuse of 'I need to study' to dodge any errands, and when you can actually wake up in time for a Macdonald's breakfast as opposed to sprinting to the nearest one at 10.59 am before they call it "LUNCH", though this list is not exhaustive.

Of course, the depressing thing is, you munch on whatever you can find to keep yourself awake and you stand in denial, believing that gravity is getting stronger because you feel heavier (not because you actually really are heavier). Oh well.

Things I achieved so far by holding a pen and massaging my head while staring (in a pitiful manner) at the pile of books in front of me while repeating softly (not too soft, make sure its still audible to the nearest person.. "stressed out man....") :

-got my cousin to make a hot drink for me without begging

-got my twofortyone to be my human alarm clock (hehe)

-got to fall asleep in the living room without anyone nudging me because i'm "stressed and i need to shut my eyes for a little while"

not much i know.. nothing to be proud of.. but hey, i'm satisfied.

study beckons!

2 comments erdi. last confessed at 10:46 PM
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Made a deal with the man himself

He took me on a dark ride

And at the end of the tunnel

He shoved a gun in my hand

"Dare you end this ride, dare you take a bullet, and to hell you belong"

So I made a deal with the devil

He fell in love with my sins

He took the gun

And the deal was done

He shot me cold

0 comments erdi. last confessed at 11:39 PM
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Time and again, I find myself being pulled back to reality while fantasizing on some big dreams of mine. They say, dream big. I say, dream bigger. Its not as if I'm visualising on men in thongs serving me virgin margharitas in my big outdoor lounge facing the sea. I dream of "possible things". Then again, nothing, including men in thongs is really that impossible. A simple example. Take A and B. A aims for a first class. B aims for a mere passing mark. Chances are, A will do better that B. Set a higher target. Reach!

So if I dream of a Maserati, and you dream of a Vios. Chances are (the worst scenario), I might end up with a Matrix, and you, a Starlet.

Oh well, I shan't go on about this. I'll just wait for the looks on your faces, when, one day, I do achieve what I've always wanted.

Happy belated Jo!