[emo trip: ambivalent-angry, sad, happy. apples with choc are on hold; press play now.]
hurt by the things he said, because i should be. too sentimental for my own good. too filial to open mouth and fight back for im not like that. im too nice by default. they depress me.
i always feel as if something begs me to let it (?) enter as im fumbling for the keys. i imagine alleged something to be kneeling at my feet holding hands up as if in prayer, and then i always feel my heart moved by such an action. might not be true, and yet i still wonder.
adventures are great fun you know? the thrill of getting lost and the coming together to find the way out. much like the tribulations of life. oh yada yada, im rambling again, trying to be all philosophical.
little india is a place of great wonder. im eyeing the wooden swing. it would be placed in my future house, beside the enormous bookshelf.
i wanted to twirl, to dance to put my hands up in the air and just be alone. prince of wales (the pub not country) gave me the desire to do that. of course, hearing monroe play urged me on even more. space constrains and coke in hand cut short my plans.
the weirdest bunch i tell you. not that it wasnt fun. meeting new friends is like finding out there's a new ice cream flavour in an ice cream shop. i like i like. and now i know.
oh, owner of POW (prince of wales) was a little bit enthusiastic, seeing how i 'got the whole thing going' with his hand pointing circles at my tudung. all in the name of fun (?). i say.
peaceful would not be the correct word to describe today. the feeling of being on an old school merry-go-round would. i want it to be red. and squeaky. like the one i used to play with in ulu bedok. flare ups and then cooling down. bought himself a toy he's been wanting. say 'goodbye pay'.
we're all different now. nice but erm, still abusive. that i cant seem to get rid of. didnt feel quite satisfied meeting him because time was short. oh well, next time's a charmer.
ratings going up. i think im in this deeper.