posts tagged "bye"

HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY STEVIE <3

I love you :3 <3

Congrats Chelsea for winning the UEFA Champions League cup!

Honestly Bayern Munich well-deserved it.. nonetheless, congrats blues!

The air was so thickly scented of salt and life it felt textured, as if you could pull it apart like a curtain. I lay there, the cool and placid water surrounding me, the beauty of the sky overhead engulfing me. Eyes closed, peace ubiquitous, the warmness from the sun pleasant, the relaxing dainty ebbing of the waves; I was in paradise. Inhaling deeply, I mentally noted to myself that I should do this more often, escape from life and all its havoc and just drift away to where I lay, where silence and tranquility evidently dominated the atmosphere.

I fell, fell into a deep and profound sleep that something only as sharp as a knife could penetrate it. Laughter, aroma of flowers, giggling, running, vividness, veraciousness. All of it seemed too familiar, this feeling of liberation. Yet, the images were too nebulous, too indistinct for me to form a complete notion.

A tug pulled me out of my reverie, eradicating my dream; this was the knife which penetrated the presumably deep wall encircling my short lived happiness. What’s happening? I thought to myself. My heart palpitated violently from panic and fear as the amount of oxygen was draining from me, my senses beginning to fail.

Suddenly, I was closed in by a suffocating darkness. I could no longer differentiate images playing in my mind from images playing before my eyes. Were my eyes closed, were they opened? Whichever it was, I still felt vulnerable; a vulnerability I feared after years of layering intrepidity and courage upon it, a layer of feigned emotions. Alongside this vulnerability was some sort of vacuum sucking out all the remaining breath I had, sucking out the beating of my heart, sucking out what felt like… My life.

Startled and breathless, I woke up, sweating. My hair stuck to the back of my neck as trickles of sweat fell from my forehead and instantly I wiped it with my sleeve. My vision was mottled by moving black spots and everything seemed so hazy, after a couple times of blinking furiously eventually it went away. I looked around dazedly, my mind still befuddled by the preceding events. That was when I noticed it; I was standing. Last time I checked, I was floating above the sea, not standing on… Grass. How did I get here?

Now this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I become the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days
chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool
and all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys who were up to no good
started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom scared
and said you’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
she give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
first class yo this is bad
drinkin’ orange juice out of a champagne glass
is this what the people of Bel-Air live like
hmmm this might be all right
but wait I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois and all that
is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat
I don’t think so I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

well uh the plane landed and when I came out
there was a dude looked like a cop standin’ there with my name out
I ain’t tryin’ to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said ‘FRESH’ and it had dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later
looked at my kingdom I was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

Hello Mr. Sun,

Will you be my Superman and fix these Holes Inside because I would Lead The Crowd and even lead a Marching Band just For You. I just want Five Days of Summer, filled with colours and images like a Kaleidoscope, to Feel The Sunshine with you and to have the World At Our Feet. My Heart Will Wait forever because I Find Light In You. Though, Green Eyes takeover my brown ones because Voices tell me you can’t be mine and These Broken Hands of Mine can’t do anything about it. Someday, I hope you’ll notice how much you mean to me because you give me A Reason To Swim in these Constellation of predicaMEnts.

Love,
your Malaysian Brookster

I wish

I wish I was skinny. With that being said, tomorrow I’m going to start running again since I’ve abandoned it for quite sometime now.. running and workouts and what not. I have done absolutely nothing this past week, given the fact that it’s been a one week holiday makes it worse. I seriously need to be healthier, I’m not even joking. I need to live a healthier life. I need to avoid temptations such as fast/unhealthy food, overeating and the internet, mainly the latter. Tomorrow I’ll start running everyday, apart from the exceptions of the days that I have PE or football, and along with running I’ll do a workout after that, and I need to sleep earlier too. Hopefully I won’t fail, again, and keep to my word for at least.. I don’t know. BYE x