REASON WHY I DONT TEXT A LOT/ WRITE MAILS or EMAILS.

October 15th, 2008 by parad0xx

(in no particular order)

They never say what i want them to say. They take too long to type. They get misinterpret (at least in my case). They can mean too much to people. I dont know how to make them sound good. O dont read mails and text messages. I think faster than I write. I rather call the person. Sometimes I dont have enough to say to a person to fill an entire page. They’re not private. You get no immediate reply. Sometimes you get no reply at all. I never really feel like Im saying what i really want the reader to hear. Someone other than the recipient could read it. Someone might laugh at it. It could get sent to a wrong person. Im really just too lazy to type. People wont appreciate what im really saying to them when its not coming from my mouth.

Marlboro lights nga ate, isang kaha.

September 23rd, 2008 by parad0xx

*puff* *puff*
through smoke i build my own image
blow it away and build my own world again..
see how so sudden it vanish
*puff* *puff*
through smoke i breathe
i laugh, i smile..
then i blow it away
then so sudden i see its not real
*puff* *puff*
through smoke i live as someone else
i portray a role as a meager who abuse power
i play as a laughing baby that no one can resist
blow it away, then i realize i have no idea who i am
*puff* *puff*
through smoke i shake
break and bleed
blow it away then i face reality,
no one can revive me
*puff* *puff*
through smoke i become lifeless
hold back a tear, steal lives
once again soul suicide take place
*puff* *puff*
through smoke im a goddess
they beg, they cry,
they die, no matter how they pacify
*puff* *puff*
through smoke justice is useless
love is not enough,
freedom is what they cry for, then probably freedom is.
*puff (again)*
i long to be hold and they always leave.
exhale..
*puff* *puff*
through smoke..
i live, i die
then i live and i die over and over.
through smoke..
i uncover heaven and hell,
vanish through a spell.
how can i say life is fair?

no one is here, you cant find me here in me.
these life ruiner i take as my respirator are all whats in here.
who need fresh air, when all i wanna do is stop breathing?

Hello world!

September 2nd, 2008 by parad0xx

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