Menny

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I could go on for days trying to tell you who I am and still fail miserably. The truth is, I'm not sure. I've been through many changes in my personality, my environment, my friends, and even in my physique - perhaps too many changes. Somehow, I'm still that chubby child whose happiness is in food and play alone, that big fat kid who can't care less about rules and school, that nerdy teenager who'd break down in stress, and the college guy I am right now, driven by dreams.

5.4.11

Fall down upon my hopeless world.

I marvel at the mystery of how one can compose a poem within 5 minutes when he's depressed.

Maybe I should attribute this sudden, temporary writing passion to guilt.

Love, perhaps?

Or boredom. Yes, that works.

But no. It's definitely guilt.

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Fall Down Upon My Hopeless World.

Here we go again, timid tears.
Why have you been with me all these years?
Be it stress, sadness, realised fears,
or when I hurt somebody I hold dear.

Why won't you just make yourself fall?
While I keep on sobbing and giving my all
to crush and break down my pride so tall,
timid tears, can't you just let me bawl?

I'm down to desperation one more time.
This weight on my back is fucked up yet sublime.
Yes, I want it gone but it's got me in a bind
with love, guilt and desire in my mind.

I was wrong, and I'll hold my stand to admit it.
But timid tears, why won't you let me live it?
I close my eyes to make the sad moment vivid
and try to let out tears that don't deserve to be hid.

For really, what's a dry apology worth
but a jar of promises and a bucketful of words?
Timid tears, I know just what I deserve.
Now please, fall down upon my hopeless world.





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- Menny, who continues to breeze along it.
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13.3.11

A miserable yet joyful morning.

My definition of a miserable morning:
  • Post Nasal Drip +
  • Finding out I fell asleep without brushing my teeth +
  • Still can't talk +
  • Realizing my workload +
  • Missing Erika

Lately, I've been having these nights that I just suddenly fall asleep. I'll start on my homework then wake up looking at a seventy-paged document filled with a random letter, or a phone with several missed calls and pissed off messages. I'd find myself still dressed in my jeans and socks, and my jaws would hurt because I wasn't able to brush my teeth. Well, last night was one of those nights.

My voice box hasn't been functioning since yesterday and I have an essay, an MP, 2 group presentations, and a quiz coming up. Normally, I would've been miserable and stressed. But I'm not.

I woke up happy. For some reason, I couldn't get myself to be sad about everything that's happening. Maybe because I've been through something worse just days before, or because there's too many things I could be happy for. I don't really care. I've got a full day ahead of me. I'm probably going to mess it up by procrastinating and not accomplishing anything, but to hell with that.





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- Menny, who continues to breeze along it.
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