[emo trip: disappointed, damn those tears. looks like a sleepless night as usual.]
not a threat i am. trust me, looking up and down and scrutinizing me as if im raw meat gone stale is of no use to you. i have no interest puhleese. i am not a bitch, not like you. go put your eyes on someone else.
what a fun working night. the hilarity of it is rather peculiar. much jabbering and cute customers later and we were out of there. green light says go, paid and left. unfortunate me, got the driver with a sniffling wheezing nose. was glad he didnt die out on me.
woke up to the glorious ringtone of his. love me if you dare still gives me the same aftereffect it did when i watched it for the 1st time. magical i tell you, so you should go watch. felt asleep halfway for i was too tired. that over, esplanade was the destination of one sided choice- mine. heh.
so erm, he took the new bike and i humbly took the mrt, my beloved public transport. a funny affair, but all was fine. my choice anyway. wasnt that nice the performance. still laughed joked; the works.
but again, the disappointment.
im emotional, please shoot me.
goodbye i said but he's off somewhere in them huge place with them big toys for guys. tried not to care but i did anyhow. trip home left me more alone than ever. didnt really talk to him much after that. what was there left to say but goodnight.
it's really bugging me. what is this disappointment. i can tolerate anything but this disappointment. it really is pulling me down. so i know you're sorry. so i know you want to make up for it. okay i said. but this time, i'll be clever and not anticipate it. i'll fall harder to the ground im sure.
still these tears are helpless. maybe i can sleep after all.
he has been dismissed, the favourite child. oh wow. did you ever think that would happen, hah. the disappointment so obvious on dear dad's face, i wish i can wipe it all off. he dont deserve this not after everything. okay, a new resolution's coming up.
it's awesome this thing we're doing together the three of us. fun i say. tomorow everything shall be confirmed. and then blast off will be a fuckin blast.
okay, so the bleeping f word is constantly used. shoot me again, i'll stop this habit.
his red little mp3 is by my side. owner will get it back once i have mr electric blue. oh where are you when i need you mr electric blue? will i get a discount please say i do.
hooked onto auctions again, and my nose is itchy.
words dont form magically when i type dear new friend. it requires not much thought but has always been there, with them little little hands up there in brain typing it onto an lcd screen also in brain first before it get transmitted to my hands and then i type it out. see, im doing it again.
interesting nicks, i think mr moody will be a permanent fix. congratulations.
im sure you'll oblige, yes.