[emo trip: sore nose, droopy eyelids. numb.]
say ola. and do the tango. ive watched more movies that you can say hello.
it's a wonder how everything falls into place when you wake up in the morning. oh, wont you look at that. the nose has stopped dripping, no more shivering, no more fever. only a very sore red nose. like rudolph's. only smaller. a good thing.
im sick of stapling. sick sick sick. stuck doing this all my life, will i be? we cant seem to get ourselves from sticky middle-end now can we. i pride myself in getting somewhere bigger. too soon i guess.
thunder. it's coming.
hair's nice and short. i predict two more years till it actually reaches shoulder again. my face brings me to secondary sch days. wouldnt you like to know. but no. too bad.
spite. that's what everybody's filled with in the end. every single bloody day.
someone's jealous, someone's bitter, someone's egoistic. you're all full of spite. and me?
i'm just angry at the world.
sticker book. that's what im gonna get. to stick all my problems down and then burn them. such a fad in primary school, days when computers were just a dream. yada yada yada, kids dunno how lucky they are.
the slide one. i want the slide one. nothing else.
let me be this choosy for once will you? after everything, 2 decades perharps, i think it's rightfully mine.
can i not care?
got my share of putu piring at tampines.
like a dream i tell you.
no more whistling at night. no more wishing for the sky train to drop by. no more hurried swings and whispery lullabies. no more nightingale wishes. no more singing. no more Miss Bluebird. all gone. i doubt so. maybe if i hold on long enough, i might actually learn something.
it's fucking sickening to say 'i dunno' when someone just ask 'what's next'. SCREAM out. i Dunno! should i know? yes i should. but personally, i think i dunno sounds much more better than, 'im not gonna tell you'. aint nothing you can do now, buster.
so plans to fly kites backfired due to system damage. damn.
wanted to see the miss big blue butterfly take off in all her gloriness.
see, not meeting is kinda frustrating. but give it a few more days, weeks, months and eureka! you'll get used to it. in fact, you get so used to it you stop asking. say your goodbyes now, wish you well.
thunder. it's back.