i suck at the poetry reading. i bet no one understood anything that i said. now isnt that ironic, especially when poetry is a medium for you to be heard. im not a slow talker, prolly because i read fast. oh boo hoo, i'll be better next time. right?
what is it about having money and not being able to find anything on your shopping list. peculiar how it always strike at that exact moment of money in abundance and hopefulness. so empty going home again except for some.
this time, it wasnt me that made us lost. we did find our way in the end- it is singapore after all. a tiring trip it was, but seriously, i think we've lost our stamina to shop. shopping is a sport, it has to be taken seriously. and since that's the only way we get some form of exercise, hell, why not. we need more practice deardil. then we'll be stepping on professional, no more amateur.
then the bad news. too bad you wont get to know what it is tomoro.
it's not about it, it's about me not being able to get angry. like i can control it, it comes with no remote mister. bagus that ive cooled down, but wont be seeing you anytime soon now will i. are we just a label now, shit i dont want to be just that.
so no complains, we'll meet when we meet.
and for now, tomoro's a blank.