walking after you, no?

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess.
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

We are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable, girls and boys.

You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
Ingrid Michaelson - Breakable


"you always seem to give me another try."

ouch. i'm sorry.

don't bangla with me!

very random post. janice is late. rushing around now. trying to catch 3.15 shuttle bus. justina is the total opposite. lying on the bed.
i think i am in-between.

Things Delfina is thinking about now:
1) there are people in my head who go Hey! when i'm sleeping.
2) messy state of love affairs? i didn't start them.
3) car accidents and tomato sauce blood
4) just need to get closer, closer/lean on me now, lean on me now.
5) how the heck did i get into law school. bodoh atau stupid!

i haven't read anything life-changing in a while and i want to. i wish i could write something life-changing for myself to make myself happy. but i'm not very good in that, yes? didn't your mother tell you depending on other people to make you happy is stupid or bodoh!

i do well in something and do very badly in something else. naturally.
didn't your mother tell you bodoh or stupid people go to hell!

okay have to go! sorry for the lack of thought in this entry. (or all the time)

in your future, where would i be?

i'm just hoping that when you wake your exam-facts-crammed head tomorrow morning you will think of me and read this. well if not, i'll just call you and recite it out. like i always do when you tell me to 'just say it' but i digress again..

i'm still thinking now if you don't know. still thinking of the words to say so this will come out the best way possible. so after next week you are totally done with school forever. and while you are super excited and stoked about the next chapter after uni, i am really quite nervous. because things will change and you will too which will make me change too. not like you haven't but that's for another century or so.. but just so you know i'm really proud of you and that i care (a lot, as a matter of fact) even if i laugh a lot on the phone and make you feel that i don't and say 'you know!' a lot when you don't and i don't know a lot about How Things Work in our situation. but i am proud of you. and i care. and while almost everything feels like a waste of time, you don't.
so all the best for your exams tomorrow and next week and after that and after that and many after thats that i hope to be part of. (:

would you love me when i'm not myself?

i won't. i hate people who forget their roots. you acquire an accent and what? you're one of them now. sometimes i think people just forget to think. and i hate people who try to start a faux intellectual chitchat. i mean, save it! i make you feel stupid, you feel stupid, i feel stupid for talking to you, you change the subject, we all become stupid! and i am deathly afraid of Stupid...

think!
and listen. not only people forget to, they don't at all. and that is quite sad.

this entry is all about hateful things. but i'm not hateful, no. but sometimes (more often than not), things have a way of creeping under my skin and REALLY ANNOYING THE SODDING SHIT OUT OF ME. i don't know why i let it but it does.

and sometimes (more often than not-especially in recent times), i find something that make me smile and feel at ease again. like KFC, and red/blue headbands, and loving school because there is no school, and talking to (semi-)famous people and not really running around berserk cos i have a paper due on the 24th........ well maybe i should start.

all right then, goodnight world!



we all miss home.

worn me down.

Carlton Gardens.

i find it extremely hard to be comprehendible right now. i find that i feel that a lot with you.

I'll buy a magazine searching for your face,
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place,
I'll track you on the radio,
And I'll sign your list in a different name.
But as close as I come to you,
It's not the same.

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best,.
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried.
And if one of us makes it big,
We can spill our regrets,
And talk about how the love never dies,
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there.

i don't feel like i like you too much today. you didn't make me feel very happy.