sometimes you try to remember something so much that you tend to forget it. which technically beats the point of trying so hard. scatterbrained, it's called and i think im gonna be one of those senile people when im old. will you look after me then? senior citizens who hold hands in the park are sweet, though sometimes i wonder if holding hands is for support to keep them from falling, or so that they remember who they came to the park with.
either way, it is sweet, if you think about it through.
erm, right.
it irks me, what some people do for a teeny bit of attention. attention is a drug and after a while, you'd be craving for more. how far will you go, oh vain one.
fireworks are magical though magic has nothing to do with it. exploding in our faces and then for one split second when you look down again, you forget where you are and who you're with (note: split second). it's as if you can just stretch out and touch all that light.
you hugging me was fun.
it doesnt seem so bad now, love.
i want to just be with my family sometimes, just to be together. and yet, i dont wanna miss out.i cannot possibly be in two places at once and cloning is absolutely out of the question. i know they want it, dearparents. something tells me they miss us.
it's not as if they didnt contribute to this distance we built.
you people are just not helping. how come it's such a big deal when it's yours? "since when has life ever been fair" said the supervisor when i complained that it's not fair for the korean movie (vcd) ghost train to not have english subtitles.
today wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. i stress myself out when i have to work with dearsupervisor because i feel i cannot mess up again. then again, i always do.
what's fun is the message that you can put on anyone's account. ctrl+f9. two keys but it's fun, go knock yourself out.
i am the nicest person around and that's why customers always queue up for me.
hahahahhahahaha how fucking self-absorbed is that? sounds like you, dont it.
nah im just joshing with you. heh.
fantasizing about being rich is luxurious. then you wake up.
and remember the balance in your posb savings account. pathetic.
sometimes that's what dreamers turn out to be. this is reality, people.
i dont like meeting anyone on the mrt when im coming home from work late at night. i just want to rest rest rest very tired tired tired feet and listen to songs that i can stone to. that's it. no 'hi, good to see you'. No 'going home issit?'. no 'hello, where you from'. stop it. those can be done in the day. a faker i am not. i dont want to be a hypocrite either.
and i miss intellectual activity. and knowledge, oooooooh dear knowledge. homeworks are fun, learning is superbly interesting and i will die without english.
ohdoyouknow, mr matte red will be in my arms soon. how i would love to cradle him again. this time it's mine for keeps, right B? yey, it's l<3ve i tell you. and i shamelessly claim it to be half mine before. now i dont need to be shameless. oh, and i love the previous owner too (current owner would be me, go figure). dearme is anticipating everything planned to be unscathed. just be smooth please. we can figure the aftermath together, yes.
i wonder what it is that triggers missing someone. because it seems absurd to me, like this cannot be happening. not a bad thing i tell you, only sometimes it freaks (the chandler in) me out.
conversations online are just plain difficult, let's just get a healthy alternative. nothing conniving, dont worry.
(We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it)
oh hey smile now, and i'll just see you soon. exciting, yey.