Eonjebuteo yeohtneunji ijeosseoyo
Naega wae ireoneunji nan moreujyo
Harun gilgiman hago ddeut-I Eobneunde
Eoddeohge ddo achimi oneun geonji
Nan moreujyo
Eojjeol soga eobseoyo amugeotdo mothago
I deodin shiganeul jikyeobwahtjyo
Eodi-e ihtneunji mu-eoseul haneunji
Ojikhan saram maneul saenggakhago ihtgi-e
Bitching
sábado, 18 de junho de 2011 @ 00:16
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0 ComentáriosWhy am I being a bitch?
I KNOW HOW THINGS ARE! Always did.
No fucking trying to change it again, ok? Just stick to your STATUS QUO!
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quinta-feira, 9 de junho de 2011 @ 01:09
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0 ComentáriosI found out something.
I finally discovered who I am. It's a bit hard, but this time I'm sure.
With myself, I discovered there's two types of people in this world: The ones that love, and the ones that are loved.
I'm the first kind.
The ones that love NEVER have doubts about their feelings. That's because they love too much.
We love too much.
Yeah, that's right, I love too much.
I fucking love everyone.
I fucking care about everyone.
I'm here to make everyone happy. Fuck.
But what can I do? That's what people who love knows. To love.
I'm always spitting stuff about never loving and not knowing a bit about love, but I'm lying. This is what I do, I lie all the time. I lie about my feelings, I lie about what I think and I lie about not loving anyone. Because, hell yes, I do.
Everyone I know, I love. I care about everyone and this is MESSED UP.
If I just didn't care about no single idiot that passed through my life, I would be way better. I would be the loved one kind.
'Cause the loved ones don't need to care about anything, they have someone to do that for them.
The loved ones are here to be loved, and most important: To fuck with the ones that love them. And why do they fuck with us? Because this is what they do, they do not care.
Boy, I wish I was one of these. Life's so simple for them, is just turn the whole thing off and they're good. They are all good.
Good.
But unfortunately, I do care. And this is my misery and my course. I can't change this, is always going to follow me wherever I go. So I just have to fit into. Just swallow and accept. This is the way I'm supposed to be.
I'm going to love and never be loved. I spent so much of my time being like this, what's the matter now? Why did I think for a second that things would change? Things never change, because destiny only wants to fuck you up. Things are never going to change.
So this is it.
I'm cool.
I'll just keep myself here for everyone's sake. When everyone needs, they know where to find me. And trust me, they always do.
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A handful of dust
sábado, 4 de junho de 2011 @ 08:52
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Tô achando excelente minhas novas fontes asiáticas. Elas dão um sentido todo novo à imagem, agora Eunhyuk e Donghae estão ótimos ^^Mas que coisa, faz anos que não venho aqui escrever besteiras. Acho que ando tão sem tempo que nem pros costumeiros fantasmas venho escrever.
De qualquer forma, estou entrando em colapso criativo. Tá difícil fazer minha tatuagem, tô em dúvida. Queria escrever psycho killer (殺人鬼) mas me vetaram. Agora não sei direito o que vou tatuar, decisão complicada.
Vou acabar fazendo uma tribal clichê, mas se for pra fazer só por fazer, é melhor esperar que meu colapso passe e até que encontre algo que valha a pena gravar na pele pra sempre.
Medal of Honor: Tô jogando.
Muuuuuuuito massa, que jogo motherfucker! Tô numa fase onde tô com o exército matando alguns tangos, rs. No nível mais fácil que tem, mas também, é a primeira vez que tô jogando essa bagaça.
Morrendo de fome.
Falou.
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The S. P. Y. that I loved, I chase her Day and night
As if I could catch her, she can’t be caught. Though I stick with her like a shadow
The S. P. Y. that I loved, I chase her Day and night
I become breathless, the moment I aim at her
I got you little runaway
The thrilling story of a lifetime will come to its highlight now
Instinctively I turned the wheel, it should answer everything. Take hold of it and step on it. Try going till the very end
It’s no use trying to avoid my trap, I’ve caught you baby
The taste of those hands is so electrifying. This is so alive.
The S. P. Y. that I loved, I chase her Day and night
As if I could catch her, she can’t be caught. Though I stick with her like a shadow
The S. P. Y. that I loved, I chase her Day and night
I become breathless, the moment I aim at her
As I looked for the gold finger, I got into a movie-like chasing
The blockbuster of chasing after chasing as we play with each other, mock at each other
If I closed the long distance with that tail, just stop now and
Now one two one two, Let’s go, go!
Doo Roo Roo Doo (Go kick it in the butt! Go kick it in the!)
Doo Roo Roo Doo (Go kick it in the butt! Go kick it in the!)