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Today was amazing-revelations-at-the-last-minute day, right girls? Haha love ya'll man. Let me be a bore and relate what happened today. Went to school, went for the talk, spent the whole talk talking about everything but the talk, slept during it, looked through fashion magazines and during the whole episode, watched the teacher watching us doing everything that doesn't spell e-t-i-q-u-e-t-t-e. Bravissimo. Oh and then, training, and met them all. I-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g. And well, at the moment when I was asked whether I'd fancied anyone this year, I realised that the crush of age two years was really gone. Not to mention, impossible. And maybe I was just holding on to something, a fragment of who I really wanted him to be but somehow I just know that he's not that. It took me long huh? I think my girlfriends are going to kill me if they read this because...it's just too long, things change, and nothing's going to ever be the same again. I think the person I've been thinking about all this time is someone who doesn't exist anymore aye. A fragment of my imagination, a dream boy who doesn't exist at all. Or maybe he does. Only that he probably lives in Greenwich village or what. And so that really closes a part of my life. The time at Kenny Rogers, the emo days when the reason for being so emo was just so plain, simple and even juvenile. Those, I can honestly say now, were the good times, honey :) And now, everything just turns complicated and messy. What you think is not what others seem to be thinking. We're all trying to step back and read each other. Attempting to understand, analyse, and just forget, even. Struggling
That's how I'd like to remember it all as. Oh, and not to mention, my attempts at holding onto an ideal of someone else just to stop myself from liking someone who was very real. Right in front of me. That's strategy, baby :) Take care, all.
Getting haywiry
Today I brought along my ipod with me everywhere and it went emo on me. Again. Just like itunes always does. So when I alighted from the bus I was in an unhappy mood. And then the song that reminded me of someone came on and I became sadder. And then Iris came on and for the first time my mood plummeted even more. Everything's going strange these days. I...don't know anymore.
Don't know no thing
Nobody said it was easy. Nobody. And The Prestige is a traumatic show. I wouldn't recommend it to people who've been watching chick flicks for more than 5 months and haven't had a taste of anything remotely thought inducing. Because then the brain tends to get inflexible. This show has too many twists and hence, an inflexible brain, thrown in with this show gives rise to muscle ache in the brain muscles. Definitely not a feel-good feeling. Other things that do not deserve mention here are things that are far too important, or just dumb. Talk to me if you want to know the latest joke. You know, it sounds remotely like 'what do you get when you put xiao bai and xiao bai together' But that's another matter altogether. Bye folks and God bless. Let's catch up soon, to whoever I'm addressing.
Thanks for being there
To the one who's been watching over me, You see, I've been having some problems. Sometimes I feel like I don't know how to help my friends. Sometimes I don't know the right things to say. Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel, sometimes I feel like watching MODTV and let the world pass me by. Sometimes I just don't get people, sometimes I get frustrated when I don't want to get people. Sometimes I struggle too much, sometimes I struggle too little. Sometimes I forget things I'm to be mindful of, sometimes I just get too weary. But you know what? I'm glad you're there always. Because sometimes I thank you for that moments that make everything worthwhile. I thank you for the friends that make everything seem swell. I thank you for all that you've given to me. Although I often forget that I have to trust in you to provide for me. I thank you for those that are always there to kick me back into the right way, and I thank you that I can even struggle. And oft times I forget that through all the flurry of activities that there should be time for you, and that's where everything becomes messed up. Oft times I let words slip out of my mouth so easily, and oft times I forget that they cannot be taken back. Many a times I also forget that life and everything else is not just about MeMeMe but about everything that's around and about me. But then I thank you for moments that made me realise that there are better things to do than hold a pity party for oneself because chances are, there's someone who always needs your love than watch you pity yourself. And so here am I, all geared up. Just please, show me the right way to go. Thank you, and love you. P.S. By the way, I think things are awesome now. I just hope that I won't forget the way you told me to go.
Can't see my hands
Today the PSI climbed to sublime heights of glory. Not. But it did climb though, I think the internet said that it was like, 130 out there. Not good for training, really. Nevertheless, we played floorball in the hall and I whacked somebody on the shin and somebody else whacked me on the forehead. Whacking season I suppose. I think I'm going bonkers because of that hit I took and frankly, the thought of not being able to see clearly because of some conky environmental problem irks me. In addition, it makes me think of negative externalities and property rights. Which is a true sign of insanity. Oh and let's have a class outing soon. You know, I think things are progressive. God bless ya'll and take care. And oh, to my girlfriend and woman, haven't been catching up with you for like so long and if you're reading this (I think you're busy though) PLS TAKE CARE. And to my other girlfriends and womanssssss, TAKE CARE too. The haze is crazy and maybe other things may be crazy too :) I caught sight of a handsome boy in parkway. You know like how rare that is.
Hit replay please
As of the start of the crazy studying period, I have listened to
I think I need to do something else other than study soon.
And today's word is:
Traumatizo I'm not sure if it exists but that defines what promos are, with a touch of errr, extreme trauma? Anyhow. RACHDARLING I want you to take care of yourself even as you worry ok. If not I'll just haunt you at night then you can totally study optimally and everything. Oh and my sister would like everybody to know that her boyfriend's name is Michael for some very inexplicable reason that would definitely make people go ape because it's just lame. And yes, she thinks that maths is like the easiest subject on earth beacuse you know, she just EXUDES, and I emphasize exude here, confidence without any basis for it. Save her soul. And she would like everybody to know that...ok enough of telling on her. Basically all I would blog here is this. And not the deep dark embarrassing secrets of mine. Because they're essentially, embarrassing. Blah. Okay folks, hold it there and it'll be over soon. God bless you and please, SLEEP. Love ya'll :) And whywhywhy is ManUtd catching up? No way. Steven Gerrard is like the bane of kinematics questions I promise.
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me `Melissa `God `VJC `19 Apr 1989 `Music, my life `Studies, my bane `It's been 23576565 days since this was updated
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