if i had my say in life, i'd choose to feel less regretful. to feel no sudden silence in a one second time elapse, where your head and soul both join forces to scream at your stupid body and to just go with the impulse. then there would be no frustrated thoughts from looks at the mirror, no empty sighs from the peek at dropping grades, and no sudden mixtures of feelings that revolved around 'i should/shouldn't have done that.' it really wastes the next few minutes while you're dwelling in the past because of regret.
if i had a say in life.
20090928
ambulance for a superstar
that song keeps me tapping my fingers to the beat.
'keep moving forward' we all have the choice of doing that but most of us decide to sit and dwell on the past when the past happened a few minutes ago. that past scene keeps on replaying like a broken record in our brains when the easiest thing to do is to keep moving forward. but we don't. we choose not to, and yet, we find it hard to keep moving forward because we're so caught up in the whirlwind of the past. our hearts keep on screaming 'move on, it's the past now', but our minds overrides the heart when they keep on flashing the past into our bodies, where we can feel it from the bottom of our toes to the tips of our noses.
it's all i can do to keep moving forward.
'keep moving forward' we all have the choice of doing that but most of us decide to sit and dwell on the past when the past happened a few minutes ago. that past scene keeps on replaying like a broken record in our brains when the easiest thing to do is to keep moving forward. but we don't. we choose not to, and yet, we find it hard to keep moving forward because we're so caught up in the whirlwind of the past. our hearts keep on screaming 'move on, it's the past now', but our minds overrides the heart when they keep on flashing the past into our bodies, where we can feel it from the bottom of our toes to the tips of our noses.
it's all i can do to keep moving forward.
20090910
dressed to impress
nowadays, people are dressing in their best or what they think is their best. especially at school. i see these freshmen girls with their overly hairsprayed hair, their caked on BB cream, and their clothes which scream out 'NOTICE ME'. i see these freshmen boys with their bright oversized shirts, their baggy pants, and their always seemingly new shoes.
but really, who do is there to impress?
random strangers? or your friends who'll just gush about it and never speak about it again? or that crush of yours you try so hard that you'd pass their mind for at least a second with your clothes?
no really. who is there to impress?
but really, who do is there to impress?
random strangers? or your friends who'll just gush about it and never speak about it again? or that crush of yours you try so hard that you'd pass their mind for at least a second with your clothes?
no really. who is there to impress?
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