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i may not be the best. i may be misunderstood. i know i cannot be that someone you expected me to be. but i am still me. still that same off-tuned key. |
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i may not be the best. i may be misunderstood. i know i cannot be that someone you expected me to be. but i am still me. still that same off-tuned key. |
Saturday, December 16, 2006
I hate:
Please keep all of this in mind the next time you interact with me. For those who have been asking for an update, this is it. Sorry if it was not cheery enough for your expectations and again, sorry if i happen to have offended any of you reading this.
I will continue to approach life in a positive attitude in a relatively mellow style that may leave some of you doubting that i have ever had negative thoughts in the first place. I love being cheerful and happy. I like joking with people, friends new and old alike. I don't mind being teased as long as its in proportion. I love talking my head off. i enjoy being lame, no matter how irritating some people claims it to be, it always lightens the mood considerably. of course i laugh at other people being lame. They're funny people.
Oh, and for the last, freaking time, my height is caused by GENETICS. geddit?! Is it soo DIFFICULT to understand?? My father is a tall man. thus, me being my father's son, is ALSO tall. The next person to ask me the question "Why are you so tall?" is going to be met with silence. You don't see me going around asking "Why are you so fat?" "Why are you so dark?" "Why are your eyes small?" because most often than not, these are all genetical factors which we cannot control. For those of you who are still eating long beans to be as 'long' as me so to speak, why don't you eat toothpicks to be thin? really, i've had enough of it. REALLY.
still the same.| 11:20 PM
try as i may.
i can never explain.
i cant' be somebody.
i'm really not.
i know there's.
some time to change.
everything's changing.
yet i don't feel.
the same.
always caught.
up in circles.
confusion is.
nothing new.
i never believed.
in dreaming.
it never.
got me very far.
i tried.
to find myself.
i always.
get lost.
no one see.
me rightly.
i'm always.
a fault.
i tried to fly.
away from reality.
but gravity.
pulled me back.
still i'll keep on playing.
that same off-tuned key.
that everybody thought of me.