but/and anyway transformers was good,
but not fantastic or awesome. [witono said he said the exact same thing. heh.]
i guess it's the feeling.
esther looked a little disappointed in the cinema.
we're trying to get back those people that were that 2 years back
the same place, but a different time,
but we're not the people we were 2 years back
and the feeling can't be retrieved like a lost wallet
so why do people still linger and hope for it to return?
it's senseless stupid illogical [oh we do illogical things all the time]
like i don't know what im waiting for.
okay maybe i know,
but it's more like im waiting
but/and yet i know it won't come
so why freaking hell wait!?
but then again i know that these things can't be rationalized,
so should i even bother and/or try? [fuck i am already rationalizing]
why dont brains work like etch a sketch? draw, cancel, erase, gone.
and why do i smile
and put 'haha'
when i really want to turn around
and walk away
it's like how you say
'lovely'
when in your head you're thinking
'what the fucking hell'
okay
i think i will do vacuuming tomorrow
it's quite nice.
i like it, though not as much as ironing.
i hope i dont dream of crying and freaking out big time and carrying my-biten-and-poisoned-by-python-and-huge-other-unknown-species-snake to the hospital again. like scary but bizarro.
when i told her about it she looked apologetically [and i dont know what other mix of expression on her face i couldnt tell] and patted me on the head like some freaking saint bernard
she was freaking dying in my dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like i was like FUCK FUCK FUCK in the dream and panicking like hell and it was so real like do you have this kind of dreams i dont think so
maybe i'm too tired.
i talked to sim yew yen just now,
and i think
we're all toast with smiley print on the buttered side.
and/but you flip behind, it's burnt.
or those dishwasher scrub sponges
with like a spoilt scrape underside but fully functioning top.
haha, fuck!
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