Complex
Posted by yahn at 08:59 PM on October 26, 2009 in Book Of The Yahn.
I want to move on! I don't wanna get stuck on him... thinking he is the only guy for me. I am positive and know perfectly well there are other guys out there. But I also want my heart to feel like I COULD LIKE OTHER PEOPLE.
And right now I just can't do that. I have no freakin' idea why. But right now I just can't. I cannot see the possibility of all other. It may be because he's still around. It maybe because it's the first time I felt this way and I can't let it go. It may even be because of fate. What?
Whatever the case, I can't live in this irony. I can't live in this complication. Everything is changed now. Much more changed than before. I may seem to live the normal life. But deep within, a lot has been going on. A lot has changed.
Now life for me is no longer the same. So much for a change, huh?
Two
Posted by yahn at 06:10 PM on October 25, 2009 in Whore-iffic Memoirs.
Today, 4am.
I was drunk enough NOT to tell you.
I plan to attend sessions only when you're there. But that's a little impossible now. I guess. Maybe then you'll figure things out.
One
Posted by yahn at 07:43 PM on October 22, 2009 in Whore-iffic Memoirs.
October 20, 2009
How come I am so annoyed? Darn madness.
A Prelude to Whore-iffic Memoirs
Posted by yahn at 09:50 PM on October 17, 2009 in Whore-iffic Memoirs.
The Whore-iffic Memoirs chronicles horrifyingly drunken whore-some thoughts, suggestions, quotations, real and even imaginary events. To begin with, here are last night's whore-iffic drunken, surreal, but honest thoughts.
Being drunk gives me an excuse to text him.
It crossed my mind once, twice--no, it crossed my mind too many times already that I've lost count.
More whore-iffying lines and stories to watch out for in this link. See yah!
Excerpt from BLINK
Posted by tedzki at 03:54 PM on October 15, 2009.
page 118-119
"Once the figthing started, Van Riper didn't want introspection. He didn't want long meetings. He didn't want explanations.
This kind of management system clearly has its risks/ It meant Van Riper didn't always have a clear idea of what his troops were up to. It meant he had to place a lot of trust in his subordinates. It was by his own admission, a "messy" way to make decisions. But it had one overwhelming advantage: allowing people to operate without having to explain themselves constantly turns out to be like the rule of agreement in improv. It enables rapid cognition."
So let's do it.
Posted by yahn at 02:55 PM on October 14, 2009 in Book Of The Yahn as a favorite post.
So let's finish the story.
I talk, you listen.
I pour my heart out, you listen blankly.
My pulse is racing, my mind is screaming out.
So let's wrap up this session.
I shut my mouth, you blab.
I keep asking inappropriate questions, you go on defending yourself.
I listen intently. I laugh out loud. I wish for more time.
So let's keep it real.
I'm just being honest, while you do your thing.
You tell it like it is, I accept it like I should.
When now is all the chance we got, who has to fear the future?
So let's close the deal.
I tell your stories, you tell mine.
Like good ol' times, like good ol' friends--just the way I miss it.
And we part ways without looking back, like it never happened.
Do you even know I miss you?
For the last time.
Posted by yahn at 03:00 AM on October 14, 2009 in Book Of The Yahn as a favorite post.
The semester is almost over. And I got nothing more to say.
No, I just cannot pour my heart out. No, I don't plan so.
That is exactly what I hate about emotions: always fluctuating, never reliable.
Oh thank God I still have time. And I got just enough time to think things over, and not plunge head first.
No, not worth the risk.
Goodbye it is. Goodbye it will be.
Closing Time
Semisonic
Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world.
Closing time, turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl.
Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.
Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from.
Closing time, this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.
Closing time, time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.
Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.