Pray
No prayer is good enough
to save me from torsion.
I still try. The spirits aren’t listening anymore.
Crooked smile
Hello, pseudo-mornings.
Hello, pseudo-days.
Hello, psuedo-breakfast.
Hello, pseudo-friends.
Hello, pseudo-sex.
Hello, pseudo-life.
My So-called Life VII
It felt kinda weird waking up in a different room, at such an early time. I woke up before my alarm clock, but I bet I’ll end up falling asleep later in the afternoon anyway.
I felt an urge to express my individuality when I was here on my own, after a dinner with my parents the other night. It was my first time ever putting up a poster.
A pitiful flag for individualism, but it’s sufficient for my own purposes.
My So-Called Life VI
Several hours remain before I’m off to move my belongings to my temporary home at Waterloo. Somehow it feels exciting, but at the same time, I feel apathetic about the process of moving into this new place. The excitement and thrill had expired the last time I’ve been through this.
I feel the need to recall what happened during the past few months since I’ve been at home. There are a lot of things I don’t miss, but there are still a few things that need mentioning, as these experiences are probably the most important and strange convolutions of my life.
This is the vaccine for this crude, infested globe. It’s still not enough to cover the toxicity of such a fake world, but I don’t care about the vaccination. I care about what it did.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.