[funked: okay but horrid.]
goodbye baybeats. hello boredom on sundays.
there'll be next year, hopefully we'll all still be alive. not an optimist, get use to it.
life's all about being adaptable to change. like cockroaches we have to be as said in a speech by our guest of honour at the grad ceremony. think again, and then realise it's actually wham bam on target. that is what should be done. im a slow adapter. i prolly would make a very bad household appliance. bullshitting lah nad.
i cannot sleep because of this. i am absolutely annoyed by my own crazy idea of a bed-time. i refuse to make 6am a permanent sleeping time for i am not an owl. i tried but i cant. weird thing is, i always fall asleep during friends. hah, a sign.
(busy) is a great word.
because you wont know if im telling the truth. or not.
im still reeling from the after effects of hearing tempered mental perform just now. mind fucking blowin'. songs on replay. caramel does taste well. yes, i know dil, im spoiling the song.
i didnt know my blog is read by people i dunno. tag wont you. making frens is a fun game, but it's not a game. girl came up. said she's sis's fren, from blog. hello hello nice to meet you. we all look like kids, me included. oh im not surprised anymore.
question marks make such nice shapes. say them in the sky, in grey clouds, in seven stars. middle finger pointing at all of us, and someone said 'cool sey jedtu'. curtsy now, it's only polite.
loading takes a much longer time now.
much pent up stuff. like an elephant flopping down from sky, big ears and all. i dreamt about lost friends yesterday. and shout outs in my ears. isnt it funny, im not sure if i will say so.
i need my dose of sunday news. i didnt get it today, house was already empty when yours truly woke up to an early noon. i like it when i have the house to myself.
it's not stopping because i said so. decisions made, grit teeth.
gut feeling strong as wind.
conversations on train. deep, and time stood still. stood underneath a beach umbrella okay. dont get that everyday. im lucky sand didnt get into me damn shoes. not funny.
nancy sinatra is smooth and peaceful.
bang bang.
hold a picture of an ugly day. hold it to your heart even though it kills. voice is not yours. and then in a deep slumber, thinking of who. connection lost, no more power.
(bang bang, my baby shot me down).