Maybe I've been the problem,
maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself,
the outcome feels the same
I've been thinkin maybe I've been partly cloudy,
maybe I'm the chance of rain
Maybe I'm overcast,
and maybe all my lucks washed down the drain
But when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars
I see someone else
When I look at the stars,the stars,
I feel like myself
maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself,
the outcome feels the same
I've been thinkin maybe I've been partly cloudy,
maybe I'm the chance of rain
Maybe I'm overcast,
and maybe all my lucks washed down the drain
But when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars
I see someone else
When I look at the stars,the stars,
I feel like myself
There is a girl. A girl I barely know. She is, a friend's friend (acquaintance?) whom I do not know; merely connected in our anonymous internet age. Certainly, she does not recognise my existence. Certainly.
She is a product of our west-pining eastern culture. She is the postmodern daughter and she is defiant; she is new, she is different, she is uniquely her own.
Her struggles are not my own, her troubles are hers alone. They are not her parents', but symptoms of her generations'.
She's no mere experiment, she's her own teenage creation. She sits alone with the other ones.
Her friends are her passions, her like-minded fellows.
She is
not a loner, oddball, outcast, misfit,
nor a girl
but a
person.
At that,
a strangely attractive person.
Was going to sleep last night when this, occured. Got up and scribbled in my notebook in the almost dark. Let's discuss "Do you consider is pretentious to dissect your own work?"
She is a product of our west-pining eastern culture. She is the postmodern daughter and she is defiant; she is new, she is different, she is uniquely her own.
Her struggles are not my own, her troubles are hers alone. They are not her parents', but symptoms of her generations'.
She's no mere experiment, she's her own teenage creation. She sits alone with the other ones.
Her friends are her passions, her like-minded fellows.
She is
not a loner, oddball, outcast, misfit,
nor a girl
but a
person.
At that,
a strangely attractive person.
Was going to sleep last night when this, occured. Got up and scribbled in my notebook in the almost dark. Let's discuss "Do you consider is pretentious to dissect your own work?"
* is reading A Clockwork Orange.
* is doing social studies social documentary.
* is adapting to school term restarting.
* is failing to revive a dead blog.
* is doing social studies social documentary.
* is adapting to school term restarting.
* is failing to revive a dead blog.
15+1=16
21-5=16
4x4=16
24÷1½=16
Jing Xian is sixteen!
Jing Xian went for Alvin Choy's birthday party yesterday;
Jing Xian is hosting a party tomorrow,
Jing Xian is going for dinner-
Jing Xian refers to himself in the third person.
21-5=16
4x4=16
24÷1½=16
Jing Xian is sixteen!
Jing Xian went for Alvin Choy's birthday party yesterday;
Jing Xian is hosting a party tomorrow,
Jing Xian is going for dinner-
Jing Xian refers to himself in the third person.