Ok, I take that back.
I don’t suck. Some times I lick and nibble or bite but I don’t suck.
And I don’t want to know what you’re thinking about… ;p
Hah… that’s the end of the humor of the day. So if you’re one of those people who read my platform and think that I write too long and chim, you can just scroll down and add a comment now.
K, I must explain why I keep bugging people to leave comments. When one’s bearing one’s heart to the public, although it is to a selected few people, there is nevertheless this great curiosity to know who reads your stuff. I haven’t figured out why I’m so curious yet but at the mean time, before I go get a counter, just take it as you’re answering me k? Anyway, I always sound like I’m talking to someone anyway.
Think this constant conversation betrays what’s lacking in me.
(OMG! It’s starting again!
Told you not to expect any more tongue in cheek stuff right?)
Spent the entire after-exams-day at home… Was actually thinking I’ll be a good daughter and stay at home, do laundry and accompany my mother. But in the end, my mom’s more happening, went out with her friend. Ha…
But must quantify, it’s not that I have no friends (I’m not that much of a loser…yet) but it’s just that I felt so unmotivated and bored and stoned and generally too sian to even go shopping.
You know how serious that is? Too sian to go shopping… it’s like too tired to breathe, too parched to drink, no appetite to eat the most delicious, mouthwatering piece of hand molded chocolate… A sign that something’s really wrong…
I think I’m lonely. Really. When I’m left alone at home, I feel so empty. Gotta watch meaningless, boring tv programs or go online to talk to people or listen to cds… just can’t live with myself, alone.
Since childhood, my mom has been telling me that people who can’t just be still and enjoy their own co
I don’t suck. Some times I lick and nibble or bite but I don’t suck.
And I don’t want to know what you’re thinking about… ;p
Hah… that’s the end of the humor of the day. So if you’re one of those people who read my platform and think that I write too long and chim, you can just scroll down and add a comment now.
K, I must explain why I keep bugging people to leave comments. When one’s bearing one’s heart to the public, although it is to a selected few people, there is nevertheless this great curiosity to know who reads your stuff. I haven’t figured out why I’m so curious yet but at the mean time, before I go get a counter, just take it as you’re answering me k? Anyway, I always sound like I’m talking to someone anyway.
Think this constant conversation betrays what’s lacking in me.
(OMG! It’s starting again!
Told you not to expect any more tongue in cheek stuff right?)
Spent the entire after-exams-day at home… Was actually thinking I’ll be a good daughter and stay at home, do laundry and accompany my mother. But in the end, my mom’s more happening, went out with her friend. Ha…
But must quantify, it’s not that I have no friends (I’m not that much of a loser…yet) but it’s just that I felt so unmotivated and bored and stoned and generally too sian to even go shopping.
You know how serious that is? Too sian to go shopping… it’s like too tired to breathe, too parched to drink, no appetite to eat the most delicious, mouthwatering piece of hand molded chocolate… A sign that something’s really wrong…
I think I’m lonely. Really. When I’m left alone at home, I feel so empty. Gotta watch meaningless, boring tv programs or go online to talk to people or listen to cds… just can’t live with myself, alone.
Since childhood, my mom has been telling me that people who can’t just be still and enjoy their own co
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Friday, December 03, 2004 |
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