Pencil Case Where Art Thou

It's a sure sign I'm getting old. I'm becoming more and more forgetful.


I lost my pencil case, with ALL my stationary. Including my favorite pens and pencils. They have sentimental value. It's gone, I guess I have to do a more thorough job looking for em in the evening.


I lost my thumb-drive late last year and I really miss that specific thumb-drive. I need to start remembering. I need to make notes of everything. I need to remember.

IN THE CAR WITH REMON

Dude, I have this song which is specially for you
Owh, soo sweet
*SONG PLAYS*
GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED.....
=.="

Remon, Me, Radio

As gay as this may sound, I want to be like Remon and Aiman. They are secretive but in a good way, friendly as they are, they know the limits. I need limits.


I feel like puking.... stomach is not satisfied with the dinner.


Everyone has issues. For alot of my "friends" this first two months are the best. Girlfriend problems, boyfriend problems, problem problems etc. you get the idea. But here I am, problemless (at least I think so) and it feels good but pathetic that no one is there to enjoy it with me.

Which brings me back to my pencil case. Art is like guitaring for me. It's another "holiday ticket" out of life and enjoy the smaller things in life. Drawing sets me free, so did guitaring.

I Can Stop The Pain
If I Will It All Away
Don't Turn Away
Don't Give In To The Pain
Don't Try To Hide
Though They're Screaming Your Name
Don't Close Your Eyes
God Knows What Lies Behind Them
Don't Turn Out The Light
Never Sleep, Never Die


These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up