man of metropolis stole our hearts part 2

currently, msning with Ain the underground chic. i forgot how many aeons ago i heard Sufjans but that Ain had it for me. she requested some music samples from Sufjans so i gotta give it to her. as i send it to her, i tried to listen to it again. and BAM! back to the future... back to the good ol' Sufjans days.
thanks alot AIN. she was such an underground chic. she listens to heavy reggae, ska, punk, emo, screamo, indie and shes so devoted to that genres, that one time, she was hanging out with her frens at Esplanade, some regular random Schmo' came up to her
and asked: Why so emo?
her reply: Got a problem with that? Whats wrong punk?
she then do the"Maucekguakapa". oookay.

my analogy:
buying a book called ZAHIR written by Paulo Coelho: $17.85
buy any indie album: $23.64
a bus fare to esplanade: $0.45
being reminded that your emo by some random dude: priceless

talked online. and speaking of emo, she says that everyones blog that she come across is very emo.then i asked:
! burn down the throne says:
is mine emo?
ZAHIR. says:
not so... got everything from humour to emo to high celeb life

that was simply coolness
thankew. kam sia!
i made alot of mistakes. in my mind. in my mind.

today's morning, i went to macs to study. got bored so i did some fun doodling Someones face. got the pikachu make up cheeks, shiny head, big mouth, tied up hair, no fringes.
for my journal,

made an essay abt her. lol??!?! (click to zoom if ya wanna read)
but its really im taking it as my english class assignment. im handing it in for real.

got kicked out of a club cos i sneeze alot. sorry guys.

then i ran today. alone. this route:


never jogged this lane for so long. dani california is so demoralising. but nice. so im gonna sing you man of metropolis stole our hearts.

trouble falls in my home, troubled man, troubled stone, turn a mountain of life, turned a card for my life,

man of steel, man of heart,
tame our ways, gave me start,
to devise something more, something, half ways:

oonly a steel man, came to recover,
if he had hands from gold,carry over,
we celebrate our sense of each other,
we have alot to give one another,

i took a bus to the lake,
saw the monument face,
yellow tides, golden eyes,
red and white, red and wise
raised the flag, summer home,
parted hair, part unknown,
if i knew what i read,
ill send it halfways:

only a real man can be a lover,
if he had hands to lend us all over,
we celebrate our sense of each other.
we have alot to give one another