I wasn't ten thousand knives I wasn't a balloon of thought's parade Instead, I'm just me With punk rock playing on a cassette player In my head - Saturday nights were supposed to be space rock
And tonight our colors seem black and white Like a bad comic book movie Collided with our eyes - yours are sparkling oh so bright
Though A hundred and two days Of the only poetry seen Being losely written stories, I've forgotten how to spell out i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u in metaphors About the Sun and the Moon and the Stars And my pen brushing around your hair As you sleep and I write - in my dreams
And I know I've been caught up In one too many things that are not you And I know I am not a field of drying wheat grass - Random puddles in the middle
And that if All the telephone rings were not mine Or were not yours, I would still dream of leaving you pocketed love notes And you would still never open up your heart for me
Will you ever change your mind..?
Well I just got home from work. Shucks. It's been pretty busy there nowadays. And there seems to be a critical shortage of manpower. Hmmmph.. Oh well.. People come and go. Anyway, nice working with you, Vicky. (wonder why she left.. hmmm..) Okay, so maybe I can manage the work load afterall. And new staffs are fast learners too. Yep.
Hmmm.. So I went back with Diyana tonight. I figured since she also lives at Admiralty, why not go home together.. I didn't think much. Haha.. Oh and instead of the usual route home, I took 965 with her. We're going towards the same direction, anyway. So we talked on the bus, about school and stuff. She's 19 too, by the way. Hmmm.. Still, I didn't think much. Just some casual conversation. Nothing more. I don't want to get too close. Let's just maintain the distance, yeah? So yeah.. Diyana's just a colleague luh. She's probably got a dude waiting to pick her up at her bus stop or sumthin. Bleargh.. Haha..
(Shucks, I just don't want to get hooked later. She's quite a sweet person actually. Gosh.. This feels weird uh. I don't want to be digging myself another grave. Dude, I just got myself out from the old grave! Haha.. Nope. Girls mean suicide. For now, that is. Period. Heh.)
Note To Self: not this time.
reminisced; - 12:42 AM
EL INTROVERTO
Zakaria
Officially 19
Demure by nature
Straight, single and not-looking
Music & Audio Tech student at SP
Drums & percussions
Sinister Infants
Melodic punk rock
i am just the way i am.
judge me for all you want.
it doesn't matter.
it didn't matter.
it will not matter.
be nice. and maybe with a wee bit of a miracle,
i might just be whoever you want me to be.
