sway

i can hear the sounds of violins
long before it begins
make me thrill as only you know how
sway me smooth, sway me now

other dancers may be on the floor
dear, but my eyes will see only you
only you have this magic technique
when we sway i go weak

when marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me
like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
hold me close, sway me more

like a flower bending in the breeze
bend with me, sway with ease
when we dance you have a way with me
stay with me, sway with me

i hate ip's

i hate ip's. especially when you have to formulate your own topic. it's so nerve-wracking, yet it seems that formulating a card set of your own is way easier, because that colorful side of your brain (the left one) is shining.

did the sophomore love team make a deal to crush us with these hard projects?

oh, and when's the deadline of the chem compilation?

how does one...

how does one force theirselves to dream about someone you want to dream of? does one take a marker, write the secret name on their arm and drift to sleep? or, does one take a picture of him/her and stare at it until their eyes give up and enter dreamland?

or, what if, you have no loved one? *raises hand*

put yourself in my shoes and see if your life has any purpose to drag you around with.

downhill from here

i am so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
sick of you acting like a broken disc
find another place to feed your greed
while i find a place to rest

let me explain the concept of "you can't see me". at least, what my interpretation is.

YOU = the offender.
CAN'T = the opposite of "can", a.k.a. "can not", the opposite of what could happen.
SEE = locate, understand, comprehend
ME = the offendee.

putting it together, it means, you can't understand me. my parents can't see me, some teachers can't see me, my enemies can't see me (well, obviously), and some of my batchmates can't see me.

so i sit here still doing the ip proposals (the create-a-blog screen has been up for quite some time now) and my mother opens the door, and tells me that what i'm doing isn't homework anymore, since i was also chatting. then my dad comes in, and does the usual short sermon. so i say, "no one here understands me at all!" and then he shouts. and i go into a silent rage, and rage at my kumon by nearly burning the paper up with the heavy friction of the pencil. (hey, in that state, i must've nearly perfected that homework.)

the truth is, they can't see me. (has the message come across yet?) i am so pressured to the point of snapping (nearly). i have THREE (count 'em) projects wherein the asses of my groupmates (ano ba julian and rod...FIGURATIVELY! IT MEANS THE LIVES/GRADES) rests in my own two hands, and i need some kind of a break. my mind is already weighing heavily in my skull whenever i worry about those projects.. if only my own life was at stake, i wouldn't worry so much. but i was elected/appointed to serve, and here i am, trying to juggle it all.

so in all my pressure i don't want to have to scream at my parents who tell me to lay off and yet they don't even understand what i am trying to get out of my pc by manipulating it to multi-task. ip proposal, research, blog, chat... they really don't see how i can manage to make it do all that in one go. i didn't want to scream at them because that will add extra weight to my sanity.

i shun the world. my father is richard garfield, my uncle is mark rosewater, my mother is lita, my sister is victoria, my brothers are..wait, let me think... the dudley boyz, perhaps? or the tag team of kidman and london? anyway, my best friends are jbl and edge, my house is the squared circle, my religion is the fusion of magic and wrestling, and i worship randy orton as god.

word life.