[emo trip: kinda sleepy, dance mode. anticipating dreamcatcher.]
you've been hit once, and then you become a cynic. that's how the world turns, and slaps you back. you think you're right but you need to learn the meaning of opinion and perception, which, by the way differs from one person to another. you also have to look on the bright side of things no matter how un-bright it is. the world turns and so do you; your entire being, you as a human being. im talking in general here because i dont really have anybody in mind. really.
the search for lyrics of 'turn my blue sky black' by the mooney suzuki was an unsuccessful one. took me the entire day to decide which one. oh, it's worth it. okay.
sudden thunder. great. all i need right now is thunder to keep me up awake and frightened.
it really worries me. you dont know how much you affect me: worry forms a frown and constant frowning causes wrinkles. im gonna be an underaged-looking makcik with wrinkles. people would think im a 15 yr old only this time, with an age deficit disorder or somethinglikethat. point is, PLEASE TAKE CARE.
capital letters just for you.
it's all butterflies and pink dreams now, please remain seated where you are. dont go, dont bring in the moths and nightmares. wont you. listen to me once, fate. i dont want to screw this up.
another dress this time tube, with black&white stripes in all directions to add to collection. a steal at 10$, in (brace yourself) sun plaza at sembawang. waaaah, the comical sight of me and mom staring at the scribbled-on sign in amazement. kodak moment right there.
material's kind of tight. dont mind the bulge ey? im working on it; tummies dont disappear in a day. i wish i have the confidence to just wear it like tt, tummy and all. is there a way tt i can scrape it off with a knife without an aid of a doctor? ah yes, tt would be the perfect solution.
embarass me.
lost at bowling but gained some knowledge about my body and its tendency to curve to the right. senget as they say in malay. new bowling shoes at marina sq, go crazy.
spam, please die. i hate you and the many things you do to my mailbox. please leave the tech idiots, myself included, alone wouldnt you. be so kind as to disappear from earth and dont come back. i hear the planet mars is open for rent.
yawning now, but it's only 3am. not sleepy. just very tired.
full stops make me want to write more.
and do you realise, my longest would be in 3 days. take out the bubbly and pass it around. okay, a mocktail will do just fine. when we meet, pat my back and say congrats please. i think i am about ready now.
stuck in a rut, with one foot caught in the middle. how's that possible, i hear you say. oh take it from me, it's possible. as possible as glass jigsaws dangling from the sky.