#6 - Follow Me.

I mean it, literally. *executes a puss-in-boots-from-shrek look* (:

With Google Analytics, I've discovered that people from across the globe visit my site; the United States having the lion's share of them hits.

Unexpected, yes no? Yes. I guess the people you have acquaintances with always try to relate all that you say to what they think they've known you as over the years, (arrr what a hideously long string of words) so when they successfully fail to fathom your inner expression, they disregard your tripe talk. Others however, do not recognize you but when they discover similarities or a sense of connection, your gibberish suddenly makes sense. Or something like that.

But... Fact of life. Another justification as to why relevant individuals absolutely adore their pen pals. Or, again, something like that.

Thank you to the two followers I don't personally know (: One took an extra step with a comment here:

http://tryaliltenderness.blogspot.com/2010/07/crass.html

(: (: How humbling.

Uncle Kracker - Follow Me (; Cutesy guitar-ing.

How Far?

How far do I have to look beneath the layers, to discover what was overlapped...

When what overlapped is all I want to recognize.

How long do I have to remain one point shy, to hide behind secrets I have already uncovered...

When the uncovering of what I uncovered will leave me with a negative score.

How many degrees of truth must I swallow, to live in false regard...

When the lies are to a zero degrees, but the situation is as temperate as the North Pole.

Why can't things be simpler?

Because everyone has asked the same thing before, and simple is as simple never gets.

BITE ME.

*picture dramatic dropped-jaw, shocked expression*

WRITING DIDN'T HELP EASE ANYTHING OFF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.

I... lost the flow midway, and pushed the guitar away.

WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGG ?

Artsy.

Tonight I'm feeling somewhat galvanized...

The past few weeks have been loaded, and yet somehow I dug my way through the sticky grains of malevolence, all because of a particular... well should I say miracle?

And yet the miracle feels misplaced. My sub-conscience says miracles can go out of line, and I'm starting to believe that.

This is all too conflictual for me.

My tired mind is not up for anything like that, or rather, anything at all.

Ahhh I feel the song constructing. I'm embedding every emotion I've tried to explain in this post, into it. Some things are not meant to be understood. But see, told you I'm feeling inspired (: Off to write.

I'm not meant to be understood.

Bummer

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No I will not bawl my eyes out.

But I thought, you know, 'At long last, my chance has arrived.'

The RESPECT mini-concert just got cancelled, axed along with the two singing numbers I had begun to conquer and be immensely fond of.

I've always wanted to well, express that little bit of thing I enjoy doing... I've only never got the opportunity. Practices have been running pretty okay, and I've gotten to know at least five new REALLY pleasant people. By pleasant I mean, they share similar interests and have such likable personalities. I've thoroughly enjoyed those few sessions with you guys. (:

Additionally, my character particularly and always, controls me from blowing my own trumpet, but the few of them actually remarked that I can do what I do... And those comments were exactly what I needed to push that self-confidence meter of mine up to a 30% - from what used to be maybe just 5%.

Sigh Sigh Sigh I'm out of words and the strength to be disappointed.

I suppose I will never ever be able to grab the spotlight, not even for once in my restricted lifetime.

):

I need a hug.

Even the coldest winter have not the ability to dampen my all-time dream like this has.

):

Hug, please?

A Leader, A Friend.

(I searched up all my photo folders, but I couldn't find a picture of just

the two of us alone. Hence, I resorted to this instead.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !

I'm not about to disclose your age for the public to see, so no worries. The conjoined pictures above however, were individually snapped in our second year of leadership. (Oh goodness, schooling days!)

Might I add, though I've mentioned it before, that YOU were indeed, by far, the greatest leader I've met.

Because I don't wish to sound repetitive, I'll remind you of the person you were before we parted ways - as friends do from time to time, flowing with the course of life.

This is extracted from my previous blog, and it very clearly portrays what I thought of you then, and what you still probably are now (I haven't seen you in what feels like, millenniums sigh)

" Mr. Can-Do-Everything. Except laugh out loud.

Mr. Excited-When-I-Am-Sharing-Knowledge. So noble.

Mr. Responsible-And-Wise. An infinitely competent Head Prefect.

Mr. Righteous. Morally sound.

Mr. Certainly-Deserved-The-Huge-Slices-Of-Cake. There's always more.

I summed up the wholesome person you've become into five simple lines.

(: "

It's funny how I know I'll always remember you by those very few lines. (Though the cake bit was only relevant back then !)

Thank you for being the friend who gave me sound advice when certain times were rough, I'm sure you still remember when.

Have a very, very, blessed year ahead. (:

PS. This wish was published a day later than your actual birthdate, but if you observe the date of the post, it would be precise because it was correctly drafted on the 13th of August. I happened to fall asleep before clicking publish, yeah at 11.00 pm *gasp so early* on my bed with the lights on. Heehee (:

PPS. I hope you'll actually read this. *Edit: YOU DID ! Happy, I am (:

Trust... but first, verify.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

Marilyn Monroe

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Histrionics repeats itself.

Conscience: Don't start anything you can't finish.

Me: I know I know I know ):

Conscience: What's your plan?

Me: I don't know I don't know I don't know ):

Conscience: All these contradictory responses are self-induced, you know.

Me: I know I know I know.

Conscience: So just let go, silly.

Me: Oh. I... don't know...

Conscience: You and your endless, unnecessary contrition.

Me: ...

Conscience: I can't help you with your tender issues.

Me: Might as well be estranged huh.

Conscience: Ah, don't be like that. There are many other ways... i'm sure...

Me: Like?

Conscience: I can't help you, remember?

Me: Right, right... I can't help me.

Yes, check, no, check.