the heat is a killer. the lips are constantly dry. the nose is sick of smelling burnt stuff. the eyes are tired at having to squint in the hot hot sun. the body is wet with sweat and the brain is mentally exhausted as it is. the feet steps on hot ground and tries not to scream out pain. the heat is a major killer.
i wonder how we're all going to be, how i am going to be. the van ride with my dad this morning gave me hope and courage to go on. actually, what he said made me have a lil hope and courage. he said it's okay if i dont succeed and get my diploma because he can see that im giving my best. he said that he wouldnt get so disappointed coz he sees me giving my all, and he says i shouldnt too. his words comfort me and scares me at the same time. okay, weird. ah, whatever.
major disasters are happening all over the place. and for the 1st time ever, (according to Straits Times Home today) singapore has 331 bushfires happening this month alone. something is happening to our planet and we're all in deep shit. just yesterday, pang asked me about Islam's view of the end of the world. i try not to think about it too much, it will drive me crazy. not that im not already lah.
the photoshoot today went ok, thanks to durga karol amelia n faz. i think if i was there alone, it'd be a disaster. they (no, not my friends mentioned) wanted some publicity whatchamacallit for an event. they wanted me to hang the clothes back, they wanted my models to do a little catwalk for them, they wanted us to set up a little booth for games. like okay, what the hell. that has got to be one of the worst PR person i have ever met. okay, so i havent met so many, so what?
the world seems like a darker place to live in today, some people should know what i mean.
struggling so hard and for what? well, no one really has the answer to that though i wish someone will tell me, won't you wont you. bought green shoes today. bought white shoes too. and a blue vintage top. haha, sempat walaupun im beginning to hate the place.
celebrated banu's bday at tuckerbox at bugis. eat it if you have extra money, really. or better yet, save money and request for chef djools to cook for you. his cooking is not that bad. im still alive arent i? kidding, kidding. pictures will be up if i have time to load them.
the eyes are begging for rest so what shall i do?
havent go out with him these days. didnt meet him today. sometimes you just need to see a familiar face and feel the solace they give. just looking at them, they dont have to say anything. im quite lucky. i have a lot of people i find solace in, all for different reasons. i was hoping for you to be there but you werent. it's no use giving us a label when we dont act like that no more, really. i wonder where we're standing now because it doesnt look the same anymore does it? oh arent we the smart people who promised but couldnt keep?
i find it sad that rain dont visit us as often anymore. i find it sad that the grass is turning a dirty brown as a result of that. how long can we last? no, not only in the heat, in everything. ahhh, so we smile. yes, hello, goodbye. your smile is sweet but is it really a smile? oh you can just shut up now.
rushing rushing like a mad dog. i wish i am a kanchong spider so i can make like a spider and be kanchong. laughing in script class was a lot of fun though we've got to quit staring at his forever hard nipples.
i pity myself for the promises i never keep for me and me alone. that has got to stop. nad, im talking to you. psychosis is a disease to me. they have psychosis class for people who hasnt turn psycho yet. i think we should all enrol, no?
right now im stuck between the tired eyes and the werewolf vagina. shoot me, im not making sense. im making dollars, hur hur hur.