Friday, January 18, 2008
i've been refreshing and refreshing this page a million and one times and it still doesnt seem to show what i really want to see.
this urge to blog is really getting into me, because my team and i have completed FnE within 2 nights (i was sick on one of them) and it really thrills me when i think about the long hours we battled. whoohoo, i am legend. spell that out for me? nooo.
but thats not what i really want to talk about.
i just cant seem to get that out of me.
and i really dont know whats wrong about everything and everyone.
i know its not about everyone else, its always about me
like how i planned to start on my culi journal due on mon or that speciality coffee research for tmr
and i spent the past few hours looking at entries of people who means nothing to me
but still feel so absurd about life, you, you, school, work and everything else.
this is one of the days i want to open the window and scream at that stranger at my block
"YOU MOTHER F!@$%ING !@#$%^"
for no reason and probably get a finger or a fight after that and feel the cowardity within me and feel back to normal again.
i cant fight, for god's sake, i cant even squeeze your hand.
but you know,i feel like i want it all, but the fact that i cant handle it all.
yet knowing you have to take it all in because this is life.
its hard, isnt it?
the temptations, distractions and voyuerism in life
(i seriously dont know why i typed that probably cause lisachua repeated that word one too many times during tutorial today, and i secretly sense that i might be sufffering from voyuerissmmmmmmmmmm.... not!)
last few words, "gimme, gimme more"
what a wierd entry, you might ask.
this is what happens when you havent slept since 7 am on thurs and took a nap on a stranger's shoulder then sock's shoulder only at 3pm on friday.
how i wish it was some fella's broad, skinny but still so comfortable shoulders.
YES, NCCL, ITS YOU!
whooo, while some couples out there prefer to let the whole world how their partner looks like, how many dimples they have, where and how their poor baby's suffering from that big zit or something, how much they love their bf (count it in like the number of "xXxzzzzz" appeared, the more BIG small bIg sMalL, the better it is).
or others who count how many months/ weeks/ days/ hours/ seconds/ mili-seconds they've been together.
nah, its troublesome. (subjective word, huh, think positive la!)
baby, one month down and the rest of our lifes to go.
i love you and im really happy (:
6:54 AM
I love vintage & rouge-.
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