The Future Freaks Me Out.
It suddenly dawned on me that this could be the future.
It suddenly dawned on me that this could be the future.
Everything happens for a reason.
Thought I'd meet the Bestie for supper so I didn't want to ask the CarameloFrappo to accompany me study so I didn't go down to study cos I don't like being alone. So I came online to get some company and listen to music and do work in Brother's room.
Company: checked.
Music: checked.
Do work: Unchecked.
Not only did I not get any work done, I also dug my own pathway to find my own grave.
If only something which happened in the previous string of events didn't occur I wouldn't be where I am now.
You're not the only one who knows how to avoid and run away from reality you don't want to face,
so do I. I just don't cos it comes back to haunt you anyway.
So this tallies with how I feel tonight:
What a wet Friday the 13th.
I never needed you to be strong
I never needed you for pointing out my wrongs
I never needed pain, I never needed strain
My love for you was strong enough, you should have known
I never needed you for judgements
I never needed you to question what I spent
I never asked for help, I take care of myself
I don't know why you think you gotta hold on me
And it's a little late for conversations
There isn't anything for you to say
And my eyes hurt, hands shiver,
So look at me and listen to me
Because
I don't want to stay another minute
I don't want you
to say a single word
Hush hush, hush hush
There is no other way, I get
the final say because
I don't want to do this any longer
I don't want you, there's nothing left to say
Hush hush, hush hush
I've already spoken, our love is broken
Baby hush hush
I never needed your corrections
On everything from how I act to what I say
I never needed words, I never needed hurt
I never needed you to be there every day
I'm sorry for the way I let go
On everything I wanted when you came
along
But I ain't never beatin', broken not defeated
I know next to you
is not where I belong
Dear Whoever,
03:05
Labels: home, late nights, lyrics, rainy days, songs, studying
I suddenly feel like going home really bad.
Last night, like a constant haunting, I couldn't fall asleep.
Dear Whoever,
21:59
Labels: home, late nights, mommy, sick
WHERE ARE MY EVERLASTSSSS!!!!!
They have mysteriously disappeared and I want to wear them :(
Anyway, caught Ghost of Girlf's past today and it was so-so for me. Caught P.elham 123 with Arthur, Ahgong and S after W.araku dinner last Friday. The dinner was rather last minute and impromptu, we assumed each other would inform Y. In the end we were "waiting for her" while she didn't even know she was supposed to come. :( Wanted to go for more foood (like durians at G.eylang or BCM at Thomson!) but we decided to curb our unaccounted hunger pangs/cravings. (:
Mommy stitched my mogu (: Yay.
This New Year,
Now that I'm home, I reallyreallyreally don't feel like travelling all the way back to B.oonlay and waking up early to attend lessons, nor cleaning up my room which has been left vacant for almost two weeks, and start training again.
Dear Whoever,
17:39
Labels: home, school blues
Weekend:
If I could, I'd put Monday on Repeat Mode.
With a little alterations here and there; like:
Dear Whoever,
21:39
Labels: bakes, crabbypathy, home, movie, post exams, sick, touch, training
David Cook - Always Be My Baby,
Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever (Eew, I know. Simple Plan, eew),
The Jonas Brothers - When You Look Me In The Eyes,
REPLAY.
***
I have been faithfully waking up to David Cook every morning(:
Reluctantly or willingly, the alarm somehow makes my day. (:
This morning, I headed for breakfast at a Mall in the heartland areas in a pair of oversized curved running shorts that were deliberately slit (not by me) and it felt (really) weird.
McDonalds was, unfortunately closed so we had Delifrance. Hmm.
For the past few days, I've either been sleeping too little/eating too much/staying at home too little, hence I'm allowing myself some alone time now.
Supposed to watch the Adiv Rugby Semis! But it looks like it's going to rain so I decided not to risk it, but I still had lunch with teeliangshit.
Supposed to swim now but dear Griz is sleeping and I don't want to wake her =( (Supper later!)
Supposed to run in an hour if the weather permits. (Finally no hot sun, but please don't rain!)
Still sick, but will be mighty strong by Wednesday(:
If I could summarise my life in one word now,
it would be: Paradoxical.
I am happy yet miserable,
I am suffering yet blissful,
I am impatient yet waiting,
I am desperate yet reluctant.
I spent last night drifting in and out of sleep together with the raindrops beating against my window.
I can never understand how one can survive in school for 14 days straight, and worse; alone.
Sis calls me a retard for coming home for a mere 15 (?) hours, but I call it redemption.
Almost feels like I was shifting out of Hall already when I left,
with two big bags and a bittersweet goodbye.
I wonder how it'd really feel when I do leave.
And I wonder how I'm gonna survive with trainings twice/thrice weekly in school.
ANYHOWSS, before I hit 30th April 1900 hours, Computing is imminent.
Cannot! Wait! To! Strike! It! Off! My! List! Haha!
God and favourite luckiest Robotman, please take me through it.
PS: Dinner today was Adam Road Nasi Lemak + Ice Kachang + Papaya Milk + Strawberries. Not forgetting I drank half of Daddy's mutton soup. I feel a fat face.
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close
HAPPY TWO YEAR OLD, BRACES!
Today, I:
Tomorrow, I shall die, die, die. (as a consequence of my today)
Touch has become therapy,
there's always something to look forward to even though it's physical.
Didn't sleep til 730am on Friday morning, cos we biked out for supper (couldn't find tang yuan :( ), and was too full to sleep.
Woke up at 1130, wow. To oreos dunked in strawberry milk, and tangyuans from Lavender later in the afternoon.
Subcomm night at Weenamkee! I love Weenamkeeeeeee. Wanted to go see the puppy in 23! But J didn't get to book out, so too bad :(
Left for ice cream after the (chaotic) meal at Velo, where we concluded QQ is a kid afterall.
Lazed my night away in my room. I missed it, though 6461305 feels like home.
(And I think I forgot to clear the bin)
Today, I've got 2394732 things to do, 239482390 things to study, 090272438 things to settle.
Everyone wants to study, so do we.
Thanks for ditching us alone to get the stuff.
/won't be home till late afternoon tomorrow.
Nothing beats home(:
Now I know why Sister and Lousy Friend have decided to ps me for home on Thurs night.
Haven't slept before 3 all week, (yes Eli?) Even the earliest is just minutes to 3.
Talked to Y and couldn't help agree more that I, being a single person, cannot accomodate to every single friend. Moreover, friends who don't understand do not deserve my sacrifices of those who are patient.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, is one of the rare times I have decided to finally make a selfish choice: of prioritising myself, so I'm giving Mr. Lim's birthday a miss.
Loong day tomorrow despite that miss!
And great,
I don't effing have an extra memory card so now I can't print photos.
Damn. Now I miss my old fat Nokia 6680.
What bulls.
{EDIT @ 0404}
NOTE TO SELF: I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
I WILL GET USED TO THIS.
{/EDIT}
Today's one of those days where you simply feel paradoxical-
a little bittersweet goodbyes,
a little disappointment,
a little heave of relief,
a little shock from oblivion,
a little touched by unawareness,
a little irritated from compliance,
a little lifted by love.
It's been weeks since I had dinner at home, and home is the best solitary shelter. (:
-
Is it worth it can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Dear Whoever,
22:17
Labels: emotion-wave, home, lyrics
"There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words."