October 17th, 2009
A Prelude to 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!
mood cynical
yahn @ 09:50 PM | Whore-iffic Memoirs [Add comment/s]
October 14th, 2009
So let's do it.
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?
yahn @ 02:55 PM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]
For the last time.
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.
yahn @ 03:00 AM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]
October 3rd, 2009
Drunken Bitterness and Sober Sweet-Nothingness
Two weeks ago.
Why do I like you so much as this? And it hurts so bad that you like her that much, the way that I would have wanted you to like me. How come I badly want you like this when all you did was make me fall? I darn want you so badly. If you only knew... then maybe you wouldn't have hung out with me even more. Damn!
And today.
I can't wait to tell you. This has to be spit out already. I have to know already an answer. Just say it, or mean it. Either way, I'm already prepping up myself for the moment. I'm more prepared for the response more than how I'm gonna say it.
Sigh. What on earth is up to? Could this really be it? @___@
listen Almost by Tamia
watch Gossip Girl Season 3
yahn @ 01:45 AM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]
September 19th, 2009
Does It Hurt?
Does it hurt? No.
It's just screaming out loud in my head that it sucks.
Does it hurt? No.
It's just weighing my chest down so heavily.
Does it hurt? No.
It's just pinching me deeply in my heart.
Does it hurt? No.
It's just crushing my emotions to death.
Why is it that I feel such intense emotion
yet I cannot honestly express it?
Why is it that I cannot handle this immense pain
feeling I could almost die at this instant?
Why is it that am I so willing to be your friend
when I know deep down I want it to be more than that?
And why is it that you had to come into my life
dragging myself away from myself?
For the last time: does it hurt... at all?
Like what Izzie said: so much.
yahn @ 02:04 PM | Ice-peek!, Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]
September 12th, 2009
Saturday the 12th
Here, There, Everywhere
The Beatles
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
How much bad news can a person handle in a day?
yahn @ 11:41 PM [Add comment/s]
September 5th, 2009
The Time Traveler's Wife
Broken
Lifehouse
The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you would throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK
The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you
yahn @ 10:34 PM [3 comment/s]