My WestEast side Story.

Well, ignoring that the weather was a total bitch,
I got soaked though I had an (ugly) umbrella,
I had to brave the rain and walk through ankle-high flooded terrains,
I sacrificed my shoes and jeans,
I took a bus, a train, and ANOTHER bus all the way to the East,
I was at the doorstep,
She said, "No.",
I walked off, listening to repeated useless apologies,
was called back after walking off,
I flicked my Superman tag (Which I'm using as a bookmark) down the railway tracks,
I attempted jumping over a (orange coloured) puddle of rain water but I sucked so splashed it on myself,
lost 54756732$ on Blackjack,

EVERYTHING ELSE TODAY WENT PERFECT. (hur!)
If any consolation, at least I wasn't the one who had my Oreo milkshake splattered all over my shirt when I (maybe, violently) poked my straw. HEH HEH.


So, Today, today, I got punk'd by a Hongkong Family.
Fucken waste of my time. (AND MONEY. TRANSPORT FEE WAS LIKE ALMOST 4$!)

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Different inputs from different adults have led to much confusion,
and baby steps towards discouragement with every conversation.
To start, I'm merely a blind sheep waiting for my Shepard to guide my way,
No, make me a blind deer.
Simply because I've no-eye-deer. (No Idea)
An encouragement to pursue my interest contradicts the advice to do something beneficial that would eventually to a job guaranteed to make big bucks in the future.
In the first place, do I even know what my Interest is anymore?
The printed alphabets on that slip of paper reflects an interest contrary to what I truly enjoy.


I remember L saying he wants to be a millionaire by 31.
It may be a little ambitious for a dream,
but at least he has one.
What's mine?
(Get married by 29? Haha. LOSERRR)

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Amidst the conversation, lies the awkward silences and inevitable pauses we all wish to avoid.
I tried; it was not confiding, it was merely ranting and salvaging uneasy moments.
Will things, ever be the same again?

Wait.
How the hell did we wind up like this?
I miss you but I won't tell you. And this is not a confession.