im not as interesting.

[funked: caffeinated, yummy yum yum. psyched up for the wild haha.]

i realised while in the middle of a silent non-conversation with another how truly boring i am. my life has never been interesting. and ive always thought of is as a choice. there is just so much you can do to make life as straight-out-of-a-tv-drama as possible.

im not sure how to salvage myself from being boring to fabulously entertaining. i guess i havent been the entertaining kind. i like to observe. okay, that's it. i am boring.

im like an old codfish just waiting for death to srping its trap on me.
im like a wild sunbear standing in line at the stream trying to catch nice juicy salmons.
i am like the bubblegum you keep chewing in your mouth that becomes tasteless after a while.

oh wow im pathetic.
im not looing for reassurances. just that, im boring myself out of me. yes, that is possible. it happens over a long period of time and usually occurs when you're having long lapses of silences in your head. anything you do think and say just becomes a downright bore.

welcome to my world.
('now go home' as said by the long forgotten c-watch, in particular the pink girlish one that erin used to have that i continously press like some kind of addiction.)

wanted to wear a gift today, just one of those days. been a while since slippers are on feet, im proud of me. slappity slap, i missed the sound of slippers. thing is, im so used to shoes and socks i feel naked like this. my feet that is.

im hyped up thanks to cheap mocha iceblend.
and nachos with super duper mexican cheese. saw a sign just now that wouldnt get out of my mind. mexican guys searching for flatmates. that would be fun, now wouldnt it. erm, no i dont mean for me haha. ha.

i never want to get you out of my head.

he sent me to work yesterday. hey it is bloggable okay, because he dont do that often. in fact, i think that might be the only time (hint hint). my best kept secret is the tilted train and he finally saw it. i like it, it sums up the word bizzare to me. and im a big bizzare fan.

it was nice to hear from faz yesterday that i had to think about zreen.
crazy times we had, i tell you. i see us sharing mothering tips together, hahahaha.

did you know, i read everything you sent for me yesterday night erin. makes me all fluffy inside. my longest relationship with anyone is you and dont you forget that. silly conversation book is a riot. like a bitchy teenage thing going, ha ha.

contrary to popular belief, i am not with child.
i just like wearing dresses and cardigans and i have a naturally large bloated stomach after eating. do not say a word to me about this, do not give up your seat for me on the mrt. or anywhere else for that matter.

i dreamt you had long hair with that nice fringe i like.
and then something something something and then i was sad.
i hate having just little snippets of dreams that i cant form a logical picture with.

money slips right by. and suddenly you have none.
being an adult is sickening because stoopid fares eats up on ezlink and minuses off faster that you can say 'price hike' with every ride. do they think we're all THAT rich?

im getting into this and i wont be scared. i won be scared i wont be scared i wont be scared i wont be scared. because i always chicken out. because i always think too much. and then i chicken out. it's a whole bloody full circle and it'll snip me in the butt.

off we go, to dinner and chillin'.
and maybe a little sidetracking.

i fluctuate. everytime.
and then i sink into the couch like a backboneless potato.