I'm Not Searching, Just Looking.

Remember when you saw those cute pair of heels, that sparkly dress, and you HAD to so try it on? You walk into the store, and the stuck-up bitch behind the counter wouldn't give you time of day. *Besides, her hair sucks. AND her shirt is too TIGHT for her. Plus, her butt STICKS OUT. so there.*

So you give her a mental finger, walk over, grab your desired, head to the dressing room.

It doesn't disappoint.

If Glam could see you now, you'll be in her definition.

Your curves meld into the sequins like supple cream, assets without being trashy, accentutating those see-ables, ironing out the kinks, dispelling rolls.

Simply fabulous.

And then you walk out, and the dress goes back on the coat rack.

Why??? Why in the dumb fark world will you do that?? Did a pitbull manage to sneak into that big ass ear hole of yours and chase it's tail in the cavity supposed to hold your brain? OMG, did someone shove something thick and hard and bullet-ready up any crevice available in your fat dumbo doughnut tire appendage you call a body?

Are you sick?
Are you broke?
Here here, take my credit card!!
Oh shit... you're dying aren't you? What is it? Cancer? AIDS? Malaria?
why? Why? WHy? WHY????? WHY??????



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Lemme think ......................................................................

bECAUSE....


I'm not searching. Just looking.

So there.

My Refusal: Morning Star.

For has the hands of Man,
Shaped you into what divine dictates,
For has the lies they weaved,
Turned you around on your pedestal,
Into a puppet cloaked with omnience, terrifying glory.

For you do not need worship,
For I refuse to bow.
For you do not need ceremony,
For I decline to attend.

For benevolence is bestowed,
As though mother to child,
For there is nothing required to earn,
That requires redemption, falling foul.

O! They taint you,
Reeking of deceit,
Playing off foreboding,
Guttering trust.

Indoctrination, inescapable,
Until reality reveals itself,
Into the truth it really is.

Henceforth, I refuse.

Alas, save me!

However, why would a transient omnient being exist with totalitarian rule inscribed onto scrolls followed as law?

I Miss You

Advocates for our memories,
Fought for the demise of my ignorance.
Time has been cruel, to our past
We stumbled on the idiosyncrasies,
Whether it will last.

Caricatures of images,
Splash dank backdrops of silence,
Punctuated, perforatory,
Only by sudden screams of longing.

It's always harder the second time around,
Wasted by the bubbling brook,
We termed our playground.
Waves, blade sharp,
Carved their incessant swirl,
As blood pooled at our feet.

Postponed

The world premiere of "Video Phone" extended mix from Beyonce featuring Lady Gaga has been pushed back to a date later in November.

Fans were treated to a no-show after counting down with countdown clocks featured on Lady Gaga's blog and MTV News, among others.

Fans were also given a limp wrist slap in the face when MTV Buzzworthy Twitters cited technical difficulties with the music video as a lame fake pacifier to those who stayed up or waited around for the video to go on.

Looks like loyal fans were treated with a few more days of time wasting. Way to go!

Lady Gaga and Beyonce Collabo

"Video Phone", a track featured on Beyonce's I Am... Sasha Fierce album will be premiering its music video at 5.30 p.m. on the 5th of November on MTV.

Lady Gaga will be featured in the video, and may have a few lines of her own in the track! Yay!!

All in all, it will be a fantastic collaboration!

*Due to the difference in time zones, Malaysia will probably get its first dose of Gaga-Beyonce sometime later on the 6th of November, Friday.*

Ahhhhh, can't wait!!! *fanboyism* *faint*

Some Random Funny Stuff off the Net

Title says it all.

Enjoy =)

Wounded Heart

Does a wounded heart ever heal?
Or is it engulfed by layers of indifference, ignorance, perpetuality and grief.
Until a malice of proportionate strength, slices through, To reveal the gaping gash underneath.

And you realize,

It never once stopped bleeding...