I think recently I've read a lot of blogs talking about airplanes by B.O.B ft. Haley Williams. Honestly, I never know what he is singing all along until I googled his pt2. His just saying he wishes to get back to the past when he does music for the interest and not the money. I guess people get so engrossed in whatever they are doing that they forget why they started off with something in the first place. Since now his rapping for the sake of being 'relevant' and all. Then again, people may argue, why the hell, his rich and all, what's the point of going back to the past when he had to work so hard to be recognised, just doesn't make sense, which brings me to my point. My bimbotic GP teacher just this a few days back, 'Men just need to have money, but women need to look pretty.' Sigh, the amount of bimbo she possesses, no one can beat-.- But what she said it's kinda true, that money do turn the whole world around and men has no sense of well humanity, they just go for pretty girls, or I would say mostly. Well, stupid me just started the whole emo nemo thing here and I ought to be doing more chem instead of well, sitting here like a retarded dumb fuck.

'Sometimes,the smallest thing take up the most room in your heart.' - WinnieThePooh

Just sometimes. I think my heart has no room for anything now. I meant nothing much could very well fill up the damn hole in my heart. Ugh, screw this turning into some gigantic emo black hole of death.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

I am weird. Yes, I am. I'm crazy at times, people don't see it. I'm like an emo bitch at times, but people don't understand me. Idk what's up with this weird mood at weird timings, unhappiness when I'm supposed to be happy and high when I'm supposed to be low. You're there, but I'm still angsting, I don't know what I want in my life anymore, not anymore. I don't know what makes me happy anymore. I'm just at a lost, in this crossroad of my life, what to do, what to choose, everything's in a damn mess.

The most pretty things in life never last. I think it includes love. I remembered one night when love(or that moment of intense infatuation) was at it's peak and it was downhill from then on. I love fireworks. I think they are pretty and yes I can see it from my house (be jealous), but at the end of it all, it's like a moment of high and after that everything just died. The bitter feeling that you enjoy the beauty of it all and then it just died on you, like disappointment stabbed you a million times over and over again.