Darn, I tried to color my hair again today. It's my second try with that blasted dark blonde color and still nada. I'm giving away that hair color treatment Then again, maybe not.

I'll just have to get a different hair coloring product. Hmm... how about dousing my hair with lemon juice under the hot sun? Or lime would be good.

Heck, they said my hair wasn't as dark a black as before, so I suppose the agent did work. A bit.

I dunno why I suddenly wanted to have a different hair color. I just felt like doing it and I had the materials so why the heck not go for it, right? I mean, what'll be so bad about that? Dark black hair gets boring at times.

Hmm... pink hair? blonde maybe? I know I wanna try the blue hair once of these days. Green, I'll pass thank you very much, as well as violet, no thank you.


Raining again... there's a typhoon nearby. It's cold. And the fan's wind's directly on the path of my arm. Maybe that's why my arm sometimes feels numb.


What else is there to say? But something that I thought up a couple of days ago or something like that.




it's fun not being normal


what is normal
what is fun
it's different from me


normality in this current age
conform or be ostracized
be one of us not them


poke holes in your body
slather on paint and blood
sway your hips to the tune


silence is the rule
noise is the punishment
building a cone


hiding within
smiling without
no one dares to enter




I've been thinking about that thing that my sister said one day, about getting some of my stuff published. *snickers* hehehe I know, miserable, right? Who'd want to read my stuff? Mediocre at best, and dark at that. Who'd want darkness when they need light?

I can't give them light, everytime I try to imagine myself writing poetry that's of a light matter, I freeze up and I can't think of the words.

Oh dear, now I've done it. That's a challenge to myself. Damn, now I have to answer that...!