awful things we think. [edited]

i suck at poetry reading. i doubt anyone understands whatever it was i was reading which is kinda ironic because poetry is a medium to be heard. i didnt talk slowly, prolly because i read fast. and everyone was mindfuckingblowing. exciting this is, and i will get better. right?

i swear i wrote this entry before, and this is twice the try.
i wonder where it went to, it was just here. and it's gone.

what is it with having money yet not managing to find nothing on your shopping list. it strikes at the same time money in abundance and hopefulness appear. empty again i came home to. so what is it that i want, never got.

this time i wasnt the one that made us lost. we did manage to find our way in the end-it is singapore after all. smart moves but wrong decisions, saw us stranded and erm, fooled. oops, salah lah. laughed it off, and with tiring feet went on our way.

our stamina to shop is no longer there. we've lost it, because it has been a while. so that means deardil, we need to practice. shopping is a sport. hell, it's the only form of exercise that we can actually look forward to. keep up more of this and we'll be pro shoppers, baby.

then the bad news.
too bad you wont see on sunday.

and i was looking forward to that. see, it's not that anger is directed upon what you had to do, it's the impression of not allowing me to get angry. i cannot control it, it doesnt have a remote mister. bagus that im not angry anymore.

oh and movenpick caramelita is heavenly especially with extra money.
once in three years is a good time.

because tomoro wouldnt be as planned, i have no idea.
but stay home i will not, and be a loser i will become.

then the good news told me otherwise and we're back to plan A.
alahai, made my morning man you. so hello, let's have fun.