[emo trip: topsy turvy head, chilled. nothing like chocolates to go la di da.]
ouw, the pain of the head playing drums against brain. having a band match inside somewhere. i cant seem to think straight without small little jabs and eyes are going quite blurry. oh the head.
i miss the feel of being very very tired, just like when i was on attachment. now, i wonder why whenever i go back to my humble abode after a working night im still amazingly hyper and fresh. it is annoying how sleepless in bukit batok i am. ridiculous especially since i know i will wake up at 9am everyday. it's like a disease n i really despise it. despicable what it's doing to me.
im full of questions today. explains the whirlwind inside of round almost empty head.
is it wrong to have a crush on someone else when you're in a relationship? communicate with me please. feedback is very important when in a confused state of mind. puffing up a puffer fish only to get myself stung. makes no sense dont it? i know, but you shouldnt.
there is such a thing as platonic relationships. it's a choice you never know you had. it depends really on the people and their thinking. trust and faith. oh faith, you poor beautiful thing.
you dont want to know how random you sound nad, trust me.
weird 'im speaking to myself' moment over, let's get down to business for saturday. saturday shall be the day to let our hair (or in our case tudungs) down for that fun bit.
sidenote: i miss you, let's meet.
please proceed to timberlux centre on this saturday, saturday saturday afternoon to a good 12 noon-7pm for a fleaing fun day at the flea carnival. we'll be there buried somewhere in our own 2ndhand booth. rub us your luck wont you, stick a popsickle in it and sit beside us. now count. im serious about the rest though.
Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum DumDumDumDumDum Dum Dum
that's how the rhythm goes and the head sounds like.
inside out inside out let it shine.
jargon. all this crap and noise just seem like bloody redundancies to me. leave it, and leave me alone. i seem to hear people speaking. oh look. ralph and jenny are here to visit. meet my old roommates the night before they're dead. had to kill them; whispers were getting too loud.
am still in the mood to prance and capture, though im speaking without a camera. snap, whirl and wham bam white flash. i'll take you up for it. you ready for me?
i want to be swept off my feet again. not literally but just swept off my feet. be smittened, be chased be in the whole shennanigan rush of being courted. i miss it, the aftertaste of a blooming romance. a big hint if youve ever seen one this is.
damn head. thanks for a ruined mornite, and now i cant watch them dvds.
hello mr grey, have you come to take me away?
run darling. run fast, he says.