Thursday, January 11, 2007
Heh, I guess it'd be cool if we just went our separate ways. She was right, we are all too sensitive. To an extent which is worrying. Just as some have put in effort to moderate their idiosyncracies, others make a big fuss, exaggerating over the slightest tinge of disagreement. How unfortuate, but I may confess not to be entirely free from this syndrome. Trust me, with these separate routes we take, everyday will be like the holiday, one will look upon the other when they feel the need and not dig at their forever appearance and deft teleportation skills.
Dangit she acts too well that she's absorbed into her own trap which was meant for others. Why the urgency to protect yourself from everything, why twist the stories such that they portray you as the victim. Why do you prevent yourself from being real.
She whines at her convenience. Turn vicious and full of hatred and complains with feist with backs turned. She carved out a name for herself which painfully etched in some hearts. These hearts bleed and then finally realise they do not know what hit them. Now, she wants to be the star of other people's lives. To err is human, to double triple AND PURPOSELY ERR is ALIEN.
I'm walking my way and you'll embark on your new. You make me wanna pour my heart out to you and yet sometimes you make me wanna stab you at the same time ccrying out BITCH YOU BITCH ! sigh, what a complication.
Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
It's raining now. Since the afternoon, where I spent a queer afternoon, in a empty classroom, the canteen napping and then blog surfing at bytz. Constantly getting oh so random comments about the songs in my shuffle which I decided to name Seymore. after a long time yes.
Seymore is cool and reliable and its mysterious cos it doesnt tell you what song its on :]
It's such a lax to not face someone who reminds you of all the dread you had once gone through. True enough too, I have renewed views of certain people whom I have conveniently steoreotyped or excessively moulded to suit the needs of conversation. I am such a poop. True enough, sadumbuggers are usually not sadumbuggers for eternity
Conversations don't last forever. Having a good start may be your half way mark to success however it doesn't guarantee success. Success being a desired outcome. For now, it's like nearing the dangling railway track. ( realistically speaking, we will not expect Superman to appear out of nowhere and detach space crafts from boeings, in real life, they crash into the ground and lois lane dies ) CONVERSATIONS DIE.
and now as joanne who types with 7 fingers and has " ... " me a whoopin' 5 times comments on her noble injury, I will take my leave. Orientation's ending soon. I still don't knw everyone's name in 07S12. SO SAD. The Rv boys have .. erm similar names and hard-to-rmb names. But the one who blocks my goals incessantly will be CHALLENGED AGAIN ONE DAY GRAH!
I would just comment that I have great OGLS. Sasha Mich Marianne and Stanley WAIT. there's jason ho too. To these people who have tolerated my cries of dire needs to shit. THANKS :D
I am prickin' myself like mad. ¶ 4:59 AM
Dangit she acts too well that she's absorbed into her own trap which was meant for others. Why the urgency to protect yourself from everything, why twist the stories such that they portray you as the victim. Why do you prevent yourself from being real.
She whines at her convenience. Turn vicious and full of hatred and complains with feist with backs turned. She carved out a name for herself which painfully etched in some hearts. These hearts bleed and then finally realise they do not know what hit them. Now, she wants to be the star of other people's lives. To err is human, to double triple AND PURPOSELY ERR is ALIEN.
I'm walking my way and you'll embark on your new. You make me wanna pour my heart out to you and yet sometimes you make me wanna stab you at the same time ccrying out BITCH YOU BITCH ! sigh, what a complication.
Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
It's raining now. Since the afternoon, where I spent a queer afternoon, in a empty classroom, the canteen napping and then blog surfing at bytz. Constantly getting oh so random comments about the songs in my shuffle which I decided to name Seymore. after a long time yes.
Seymore is cool and reliable and its mysterious cos it doesnt tell you what song its on :]
It's such a lax to not face someone who reminds you of all the dread you had once gone through. True enough too, I have renewed views of certain people whom I have conveniently steoreotyped or excessively moulded to suit the needs of conversation. I am such a poop. True enough, sadumbuggers are usually not sadumbuggers for eternity
Conversations don't last forever. Having a good start may be your half way mark to success however it doesn't guarantee success. Success being a desired outcome. For now, it's like nearing the dangling railway track. ( realistically speaking, we will not expect Superman to appear out of nowhere and detach space crafts from boeings, in real life, they crash into the ground and lois lane dies ) CONVERSATIONS DIE.
and now as joanne who types with 7 fingers and has " ... " me a whoopin' 5 times comments on her noble injury, I will take my leave. Orientation's ending soon. I still don't knw everyone's name in 07S12. SO SAD. The Rv boys have .. erm similar names and hard-to-rmb names. But the one who blocks my goals incessantly will be CHALLENGED AGAIN ONE DAY GRAH!
I would just comment that I have great OGLS. Sasha Mich Marianne and Stanley WAIT. there's jason ho too. To these people who have tolerated my cries of dire needs to shit. THANKS :D
I am prickin' myself like mad. ¶ 4:59 AM
