okay.. this video pretty much changes my life.. -_-
I'm tired of kneeling a lot..
May 21, 2011
7:45 am
April 26, 2011
5:12 pm
Change Your Words, Change your Day..
April 13, 2011
3:26 pm
Why can’t you want me like the other
boysgirls do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can’t I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
Thatboy’sgirl’s got my heart in a silver cage
Why can’t you want me like the otherboysgirls do?
They stare at me while I crave you
Help me get rid of this song from my head!!
April 12, 2011
December 21, 2010
3:17 pm
here!! when an ADHD learned science!! lol
1:02 pm
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
December 10, 2010
September 29, 2010
4:51 pm
Roy, The Toxic Boy
To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!
His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he’d sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He’d stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy’s soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
(By: Tim Burton)
September 14, 2010
September 12, 2010
10:56 pm
And Afterall, What’s Butterfly?
Stumble crumble,
I falling down and still try to gamble..
When everything seems so stable,
Why is the frown never stop to scribble?
Silly Smiley,
it never stop to tell it’s story..
About the chocolates it received so many..
and the cop who stole it’s candy..
Weakling Seeking,
for power and for understanding..
like a puppet pull out it’s own string..
and a story that spoils it’s own ending..
Supply Comply,
The corporal and it’s right to deny..
The couples and gravity to defy..
and afterall, what is BUTTERFLY??
September 9, 2010
7:39 pm
Our Life's a Joke
Dika:
hahahahahaha
Didit:
Lu ngetawain apa?
Dika:
yang harus diketawain
Didit:
Kehidupan kita..
Dika:
memang lucu
September 8, 2010
12:14 pm
THIS VIDEO IS COOL!!! watch it! damn!! keren gila!!
September 6, 2010
