jang geun suk.



hilarious i tell you his english. but i have to admit i thought he was DAMN cute when i first saw him in hwang jini (:

on another note, i think at the price datzentertainment sells tickets, its DAYLIGHT ROBBERY. geezzzzzzz.

you-see-i-miss

that there's nobody on the roads, that no one's on the pavements, that no one's gonna stop and stare.

i'd gone out to run, then changed my mind cuz my fbts was lose and kept dropping. walked towards boomers, reach the end of the road. feeling ambitious, i started in the other direction, and walked.

at my own pace.

and this i saw: a jewish family on their way to synagogue, walking. a crowded wholesome's choice. a bleeding blister. two snowmen on the rooftop of a house, inflated, not melting under the sun. tall trees. rubbish bins made me miss home. a hoping heart, a non-existent complex. a time to turn back. wanting to go on. everything but nothing. nothing but everything.

own time own target.

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sometimes i wonder what to do with my life. i want this, i want that. but i dont dare, and yet i dare.

today i fell asleep during lesson. i seldom fall asleep in class, and if i really do its because its REALLY DEAD BORING. today i just, fell asleep.

which kindda scares me.

the harder i work, the more i see my flaws.

how do these people do it? i admire.

i am an idealist, yet a realist. such contradiction. and what scares me is that i sincerely believe in both. i wish i was less confused.

all time favourite:

the scientist, by coldplay

nobody said it was easy
nobody said it'd be this hard.

you-see-i miss

the magic schoolbus
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to start anew always seems to imply that the past is forgotten and trampled upon, the mind defenceless to the invasion of new memory.


i dont want to start anew, i want to remember. resistance is necessary.

so each day i remember a little something, wrap up this gift, before it fades away.

you-see-i miss,

the magic schoolbus (not yellow): dark. the heavy beat, us alone, all six, swanging, nodding our heads like yeah, tapping our toes tippety tip, as we go down down down down down the road, as if we're stars, where's the paparazzi, at the arc, road-crossing copycats.