Procrastinate *

Re: Flashback of the past. Flashback to the present.

Did you see the irony in your last post?

If you prick him, does he not bleed?

procrastinate** version 2

the closer it gets to exams the more time I spend on the internet.  Um.  Yeah.  Wow.

:D

Thankyou *

Sincere thanks to everyone.
Sincere thanks to a few.  You know who you are.
You who have changed me for the better.
Thankyou for continuing to be a source of inspiration for me.
Thankyou for reminding me that sometimes happiness comes from the smallest things.
Thankyou for supporting me.
Thankyou.

Love,
Paul.

It’s Been a While

For some reason, been pretty tired lately.  It’s probably winter settling in on my body.  Not even winter yet.  I love the fact that there are few bugs, hate the fact that any bugs which are left tend to be massive, and overall lament the idiocy of my looking forward to winter when it is, in fact, nothing to look forward to.

And so I look forward to summer.  Of course, by the time we get there I will be complaining about the bugs and the heat.

And so it continues.

stream of consciousness *

So tired.  The power of the mind really does boggle at times.  That almost rhymed.  And yet another one!  Haha.  Tiredness really does make one’s mind wander.  I wonder (pun!) what it would be like to just let my stream of consciousness run over.  And there seems to be absolutely nothing in my mind, but that’s ok.  This is art. No, it isn’t.  Anyone who reads this will skim over it with a certain indifference which I am feeling at the moment.  Swine flu.  Swine flu?  I feel sick already.  Could I be sick?  I hope I’m not sick.  I don’t think I’m ready to go, yet.  Wow, stream of consciousness brought me back full circle.  I should be, though.  Ready to go, I mean.  It’s silly not to be ready to go at any moment.  Such is life: withering, falling, fading, slipping from beneath our fingers.  And isn’t winter such a wretch?

freedom?

What IS freedom?

Does it even exist?

Time *

A simple truth doesn’t exist.
Memories change and fade,
Where beliefs remain obstinate, but varied,
Slipping through the fingers of time,
Gently fondling at your mind.

A.N.Z.A.C.

Blood,
Splashed across the cityscape,
A needle into the sky.

Burn,
Burn.

Burn the ones that dare ask for respect
And spread their ashes to feed the army of poppies
Which choke in the smog.

Burn the ones who dare think they belong.

No, You will never belong,
There is a nothingness
Waiting for you to fill it until infinity.

Splashed across the cityscape,
A needle into the sky.

-Paul Hung

LOVEppears

Why do I always look like crud when I bump into people I fancy?  Rawr.  So angry at this little fact.

And I don’t mean this in self-piteous drivel either, I mean on days where I wake up and go “You know what?  I can’t be screwed shaving myself.”

I really DO ask for it sometimes.

On a separate note: Miss California?  I’m not so much angry at her or what she said.  It was ignorant and it incites a sense of ignorance, but ignorance can be taught.  What annoys me are the people who are congratulating her and finding beauty in that ignorance.

Seriously, just stop.