the shards of glass tht come flying in yer direction are always from the most unlikely individuals.
entranced by the magic of hypnotism and its soothing after-effects.
sometimes the illusion of euphoria brings more sorrow than genuine joy.
its always the insensitive pricks who are immensely sensitive ... the paradoxical nature of the entire situation actually becomes strangely humourous after some time.
our highly anticipated lil reunion wuz refreshing and extremely entertaining.
cant remem the last time i've met up wif the bevy of beauties whom i love so much.
besides stuffing ourselves silly and yakking to our heart's content, we were also entertained by a featherbrained couple whose loony antics simply wldnt let up :)
the evening wuz made complete wif the arrival of a very loud and sweaty miss 38 accompanied by her incestuous companion (hehe).
thanks fer literally coming to my doorstep and spending the evening wif me :)
my sadistic inclination to think up and act out the worst case scenario is becoming a spooky habit. the pessimism required fer the unfolding drama flows wif ease , soon all will become reality and there will be no need fer charades. have been plagued wif feelings of helplessness and finding it rather difficult to resist the temptation of cracking all the mirrors in the hse. how many wish tht they cld just be someone else ?
a life made dull by stasis and complete lack of passion. mundane routines and vicious cycles relentlessly suck me into their whirlwind motion. is it just their forceful and overpowering nature ? or my weak and pathetic resistance. either way, its too late now to change a thing. i've always found eccentric and somewhat peculiar personalities very intriguing. i've also just discovered the possibility of a person being immensely weird yet simultaneously, immensely boring. tht single revelation made this week still sits firmly in the base of my mind - at furst evoking some indescribable emotions tht have now transformed into nothing but a victim of my merciless oblivion.
all good things come to an end at some point in time. its all just a matter of how long it takes fer you to hear it make tht screeching halt. just another fragment of my cynicism, maybe. coincidentally, liz phair's "extraordinary" is being played, aptly summing up every thot and feeling tht i'm experiencing this very moment. successful pple always noe what they want at any point in their lives, and they strive to achieve it, thus eventually attaining success. i, on the other hand, will probably fail 3/4 of the time. just shoot me.
in search of some therapeutic outlet in which in may relieve my life's miseries and spend just one day being carefree and ideally happy.
having re-read everythg i've just said, i hereby conclude tht all the drama wuz terribly unnecessary. i'm just yer average stressed out alcoholic whose procrastination is really the culprit bringing on these tragic consequences. my partner in crime being equally tense and growing tired of just abt everythg. such is life, fer now.
sixteen-yr-old adolescents really shld stick to their own age group when pursuing romantic endeavours. ick.
the last day of sch went by wif the blink of an eye, and fer some reason, the usually emotional me wuz eerily unemotional and numb as the day's events went by. even at the very end while the hts were pinning on our whatever pins and bidding us goodbye, it failed to stir up an ounce of sadness or reluctance to be leaving. wuz cj just not memorable enough, and the teachers too hateful to be missed. or am i just tht "cold hard bitch" as fio once claimed whose heart no longer pumps sentimentality. either way, it wuz just a day of wasted film and not so sad goodbyes.
almost time to bid goodbye to yet another weekend.
yesterday wuz probably one of the most tiring days ever .. what wif swimming, running and walking home from nie wif my lovelies - grace and gil.
the weather yesterday wuz incredible, esp since i've been wanting to get tht tan fer eons already.
to hell wif UV rays and melanoma (thts what i say now ...)
pesky pple complaining abt other pesky pple.
the irony ...
msg to rongerz : there are no sockets on the lamps at botanic gardens. its a GARDEN. pfft. not an internet cafe.
am still in much of a dilemma as to whether or not i shld attend the damn prom.
definitely no attraction whatsoever.
and i'm guessing the menu aint gonna be very enticing either - food : very impt.
practically half the class isnt going and my best friend shows zero interest in the entire affair.
no point going then is there ?
'cept maybe to see gil all dolled up ... and perhaps to celebrate the hamster's bday.
:)
hmmm ... we'll see abt tht .
not forgetting the fact tht my sec 4 prom wuz held at pan pac as well ... zZzz.
pesky pesky pesky. pfft .
the monotony of it all.
the entire ordeal is knock, knock, knockin on heaven's door.
if i hear another word abt _ _ _ s, i'm gonna keel over fer sure.
loathesome hateful monstrosity.
where do i even begin ?
there is no salvation.
grotesque imagery of copulating geeks .
thts worth barfing over, no doubt.
pple in the present love to reminisce bout the past.
its always the past we miss, no credit fer the present.
whatever the case, i'd give anythg to escape the fucked up nature of "here and now".
give me O levels and PSLE anytime ...
okayy but apart from tht very significant area of my life thts basically putting me thru slow torture, everythg's more or less fine n dandy.
the girl's got moxie.
this is where i morph into a monster and bite yer head off.
euphoria tht i alone will relish in.
things've become so shallow and meaningless, but tht seems to be the vision tht only i'm capable of having.
rotting innards and a perfectly polished shell.
yer whining arrogance, her untainted bliss.
images of bridget jones singing "all by myself" come to mind :) comical yet pitiful and really quite sad.