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Happiness Theory.
Friday, July 3, 2009 at 01:46

There are times where I wish I knew how it felt,
I also think that it is too late to find out.



I guess I'm too hurt with the world,
That I simply do not care anymore,
It's too troublesome to keep up with this mess.
That's one of the biggest secret I've kept,
Ever since my eyes opened wide.


:(

My wish this year is an eternal rest, because I'm really exhausted.








P/S: Remind me next time not to go into deep thoughts when walking up the stairs. FML.


Moon like.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 22:21

見つめ合うなら すぐに交わすキスを
If we should meet as we gaze, then we exchange a kiss
グラスが欠ける 夜に・・ 夜に・・
across glass which lacks the night.. the night..
いつかサヨナラ 夢の中でも今を指先だけでなぞる 夜に・・
Someday I'll say farewell within a dream, but right now my fingertips will only trace the night


THE RODEO CARBURETTOR - speed of flow.



___________________________



I know this is my 3rd post about the same topic, but..



























... 19000¥ = RM700+
(Excludes shipping)

RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.


9718.
Saturday, June 20, 2009 at 15:16


MPD? I wonder.
Assholic fuckers can jump down and die.
You just reminded why I hate you.
Robbed, replaced, lost.
Stand alone, nothing changed.
Perceptions changed principles, that's all.
Smell of blood on you.
Blame not, just despise.
Useless, deprived, hopeless, give up.
Does it matter?
Saviors doesn't exist.
Rewrite, on the other side of the door.
Rotten year doesn't need celebrations.
Sick of it, vomit coming out.
A roll is all I need.
To remember you.


Yes sir.
Sunday, June 14, 2009 at 23:14



Abundance of knots,
Little less sight,

C'est moi.


Melancholy melody,
For the dead sleeping,
Who gave the final jest.

C'est vous.


___________________

Busy, busy, I don't even have the time to snap back at your face.


Meibee.
Saturday, June 13, 2009 at 01:20


Am I allowed to vomit everything out?
You tell me, you started the hands.

Till then,
I shall drift along with the rain,
Under the same red moon,
Opposite the glass mirror,
And away from the key.


____________________________


Shopping mood.
Mixed up Vermillion with Pyrole Red.
Infamous / Uncharted?
Lost.
Plants vs Zombies.
Nissan sucks.
Reference-less.
Cheshire cat.
RIP Poweroti.
Skin colour = skin colour. zzz.
Thank you.
Copic markers / Technical pen set?
External 250gig.
Answers.
Baby tiger = googly eyes.
Oyster sauce.
Smile?
Peaceful, soon.
Witch not magical enough.
July.
Back + Arms + Tattoo + Butterfly = ?
Tea tree on face.
Pen sensitivity drastic drop. zzz.
Intuos 3 pwns Bamboo fun.
Headache, backache, neckache, pain.
Strangle?



Meibee, ai donnoe.


Muthos.
Thursday, June 11, 2009 at 21:39













OWHMAISHEETLAWD.


Shutting the glass mirror.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at 00:03


That's my answer,
The sad melancholy,
That chimes through my ears,
For the crowd chirps for the latter.

At the end a smile was sewn,
Leaving a red mark behind,
Delivered to the footsteps,
Who actually care.
But just like the previous statement,
Who?

For I fear accidental murder,
I strive to bleed until I dry,
Because meaningless acknowledgement,
Was all it took,
But never taken.

Someday maybe,
Someone will somehow,
Manage to find the key,
To open the glass mirror,
Once more.


LBA + PvZ.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009 at 00:44

Holy shiat.





"Some people say they want to Ctrl+Alt+Z their life,
All I want is to Backspace certain parts worth forgetting.


Technically speaking, of course."



This game brings Tower Defense to a whole new epic level, trust me.


Yuko Shimizu.
Saturday, May 30, 2009 at 20:37

There you go.



______________________________


A gist of my life.

College is still okay.
Room is getting messier.

If I lose 1kg every moment I get depressed,
I will be morbidly aneroxic.
But hey, that's what people expect me to be anyway.

So between your useless acknowledgment and death,
I choose death. But secretly, I choose the other too.




Hmm.

"I think too much in situations like these, sometimes I just want to kick you right in the face."


BPN.
Saturday, May 23, 2009 at 02:22

"The fact that I'm about to add 'I think' into the sentence is consequentially the truth that I am no doubt, still wandering for answers."






The price is even more beautiful.
Sigh :(



BLACK PEACE NOW.




Might get a pair of new piercings soon. Not fond of the number 8.


P/S: I need to know where I can purchase a manikin so I can start sewing clothes. zzz.


Skin deep.
Sunday, May 17, 2009 at 15:15

Someday, someday.






I'm going to jinx myself and say that I like the subjects this term, only the price gave a stab into my heart.
No more shopping I guess. (And extra piercings. Shit)




I know that the scars will never heal completely, but at least I'm going to die trying.


Scars.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009 at 02:27

Deep scars come and go,
Painful as it already may seem,
The moment you continually grasp it,
Inevitably it transforms into a hole,
The faster you want it to leave,
The sooner it turns into a sloth,
No matter how much you hide it,
It will always maintain visible,
The thick layer for covering it up,
Will just add the burden and weight,

But when you finally let it be,
The scar eventually disappears.


I wish I could say the same for myself.






P/S: I don't know how the fuck you people always manage to find ways to make me extra piss off every day, when you all know I'm going down hill. The fuck with you all, I feel like resting for good. Bye.


Blood comes in every colour.
Friday, May 8, 2009 at 21:42

Extreme nightmares every time I sleep.
If this continues, I'm going to vomit blood for real.
And yes, I mean real nightmares.
No metaphors this time.

A sign, perhaps. :|
I'm not liking this.

________________________


P/S: Too hot if only the fan is used.
Shivering when the air con is on.
The only warmth I get is from my laptop.

I'm sad, in many levels now.


________________________


P/P/S: For you,

曇天の道を 傘を忘れて
On the path of cloudy weather,
A girl who forgot her umbrella

歩く彼女は 雨に怯えてる
Is fearfully walking in the rain

ので僕も 弱虫ぶら下げて
Because I am also stuck in cowardice

空を仰ぐ
I look up to the sky

DOES - 曇天




introduction


hello, you.

Someday, I will sew a serpent and butterflies onto my skin; proving that I am free from grasp.


More?

Puppeteer's Room

Puppeteer's Room: Uncanny utopia where she proceeds to wanderlust away from reality.


For kind hearted people who are willing to donate some spare change for her survival in future.


Contact at:
tsuzuki0906[at]gmail[dot]com


expression


fragmentation

deviantART.
Facebook.
Fail Blog.
Fuck My Life.
IL81 WSG.
My Anime List.
My Manga List.
Myspace.
Nippop.
Puppeteer's Room.

addiction

Amelia.
Caitlin.
Chin Xia.
Evan.
Guki.
Han.
Hannah.
Hsien Ming.
Hui Yen.
Jean.
Jin Jo.
Kaj.
Kane.
Keith.
Kin Kiat.
Matin.
Natalie.
Papaya Channel.
Queenie.
Rachel.
Sai.
Shu Ling.
Stephanie.
Sue Ann.
Suyi.
Tek Yit.
Wern Pheng.
Wye Mun.
Yee Jin.
Yee Wern.
Zhen Hui.
Zheng Joo.
Zhi Kang.
Zhi Lin.

classification

  • May 2007
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  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • April 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • December 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • July 2009


  • epilogue


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