"I don't understand why people always say handsome guys are gay. Really don't understand!"
Okay, just a short post before I go (shouldn't be online for too long)
I had an amazing past 3 days.
Met lotsa new people (from Funny to Weird to Pretty to Hawwt)
and lotsa old people I've not seen in some pretty long time.
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I'd throw you into a room with 4 corners,
a lightbulb,
and two chairs facing each other.
The walls resound each word either party speaks,
and she springs countless million dollar questions at you.
No, wait, maybe not million dollar, but questions worth more, your life maybe?
You feel suffocated, like caught in a bottleneck; you can't breathe.
You feel small, like a lost ant looking for your nest in the big jungle.
I've never had so many questions thrown to me one after another,
I barely had the time to even think of how to respond.
Neither have I ever had WHY after WHY after WHY shot at me,
it was worse than being at a kids camp where they ask silly rhetorical questions of WHY.
A purpose driven life?
Now, I feel unprepared, undeserving.
Maybe giving Oasis a miss tomorrow is planned afterall.
Hi Feiiers, I miss you. :(
Secretly hoping you'd msg me tmr after you break camp, sigh.
And Hi
Love, your BA-BA.
