freak... enough of emo posts. haha i can never turn my blog into an account of daily activities, i just blabber on things going through my mind. like what the hell has it got to do with people who read the blog eh...anyways im probably going to have a hard time getting this posted up later on, u know the connection thing.

ha speaking of the connection, elynn and i were cursing and swearing at singtel because we didnt know it had to do with the earthquake. yea so we started off on msn then decided to meet up since both of us were really bored. she came over and we continued the cursing at the park. then there was this indian guy i got acquainted with who walked past and also sat down to curse at singtel too. ROFL. but after awhile he suddenly asked elynn to be his gf.. yea i was like wtf?! then he went on like in dramas asking whether she was my girl and if she was he would back off right away bla bla... lol she was fuckin freaked out. you should have seen her face it was damn retarded because the guy was grabbing her arms. HAHAHA anyways yea of course i said shes my girl then he sort of let go and tried to sober up a bit... yea he was drunk i think. lol her face was really damn retarded.

then we went to eat kuay chap and the farkin tiko uncle was damn happy when he saw her. he was all gibberish and asked why she so long never go all that shit. damn bull la... OH we had a bet the previous day then i lost, so i was her tree for the whole day. yea she can cling can lie can put bird on my head can do whatever shit she wants... so she was lying on me trying to sleep while standing and waiting for the kuay chap. i was lighting a cigarette. LOLOLOLOL the farking uncle took one glance and immediately diam. all the trying to flirt with her was gone then his MEN'S talk came in. he started asking how many i smoke a day etc. then she said goodbye to the uncle when we were leaving. HAHAHAHAHAH he looked up and didnt make a sound. where got people lidat one... yea that was yesterday night. ha i'm really not good at this rite... having a blog dosent really make you a good story teller.

can somebody tell me why it so god damn hurts this much

Let's talk this over It's not like we're dead Was it something I did Was it something you said
Don't leave me hanging In a city so dead Held up so high On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

You've got your dumb friends I know what they say They tell you I'm difficult But so are they
But they don't know me Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew And I thought we could be

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

He was everything that i wanted



i'm sorry.

yahar im addicted to staying up late doing shit. just listening to this music and with the rain going on and on outside you know. sometimes it takes a movie or song to get you thinking about yourself, thinking about all thats been going on with ya. it dosent make sense that you are living on something that you dont exactly plan to in your mind. you know how you think something should be done this way and thaty way but in reality you do everything differently. easier said than done eh, i think its all down to yourself. we probably should be defining ourselves at the end of every day and put it beside what we intended it to be. you know both sides of it changes all the time. because we always think and maybe do a lil bit at most, then chuck it aside. so we are back to square one. we probably should have more of these selfish individual sessions. u know think about nothing but yourself and start putting stuff into action. like maybe first try replacing "stuff" with actual things to begin with. looks like its a whole chunk of crap here, it does look like crap. but is it crap, or it turns to crap once i read it again tmr morning. nonetheless, i need a revamp. a hell lot more than my room or whatever else needs.

I'm in love with The Elephant and the Tree!!!
missed the author thing at pageone ydae... dub
someone get me that book please.


you know some things are meant to be,
doesn't mean its not important you know.
It matters a lot and you don want to let go,
but still there's this ringing voice in you that keeps telling you to do it.
so bon voyage,
wherever and whoever you may be with.

sometimes i sneer at people my age who convince themselves they are facing tremendous stress, then tell themselves encouraging and inspirational quotes which they intently allow the rest of earth to see.

c'mon WE ARE ONLY NINETEEN.

i wonder why i always start my posts with i wonder... maybe i wonder too much. but anyways writing something with a catalyst is something very nice to do if you know what i mean, i should learn from miss abel.

some posts back she said something about people wanting to be somebody else other than themselves. ya thats rather puzzling. and something even more puzzling is when people try to hide from being themselves. yeps lets not touch on the more intricate part of human psychology where u can argue that most people are doing this everyday. What puzzles me most is the blatant display of such cowardly expressions. it is something very perturbed. to myself and i hope to that person too.

nonetheless i hope it isnt him. i really hope so.

true;abel



Sometimes i wonder whether i've been true to myself and yet i come to an abrupt end, unconclusively. i did not intend to respond to that matter, which i did. I guess that sums up what you've been saying all along, that there is a undecisive part of me that i don't realise myself.


Btw, i enjoyed myself that night! Bring her again next time ;)