sorry
sorry abou the last post. that was pretty pathetic of me. anyhow, things are all well. no more people biting my ass. the teeth marks have gone but im still working on how to sit comfortably. so, here i am making full use of my one hour lunch break, using my friend's computer.hehe... ive got a coke in my hand and no money in my wallet. im out of cigs, my stomachs empty, but at least im happy! heeee....
the end of the month is when the moths fly out of your wallets, and you lose weight and stuff. then a week after that you bloat up and so does your wallet.hehehe....
well as u can see ive got nothing of dire importance to write about, so i ges i'll stop here. so see ya...
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sometimes one feels that life is cheating u in some way... u ask god, 'Why?' and unfortunately for God and for life, there's no one there to defend them. especially if one is to blind to see the asnwers...
then, when u feel as if uve cheated life, u pat urself on the back, maybe feel guilty, or not even knw u did anything wrong.
i dnt know how this is relevant to how m feeling, but whatever...its my blog, i can write whatever i want
u knw how when u have a problem, and u go to someone for comfort?the last thing u wanna hear is that its ur fault.or they side the other party. but u knw that u shud listen coz it might be true. but sometimes u cant give a fuck about the other party, especially if thats what uve beein doing for all ur life.
and then there's the interesting thing about coincidence. like how its coincedental that when ure feeling like that, the person u ask for comfort from wants comfort as well. and so the battle for the comfort blanket-this time,no sharing...
what am i talking about?it doesnt matter...
sometimes life bites u in the ass...and what do we do? bite back. maybe sometimes put a plaster on it, and keep a mental memo 'next time, sit'.
who am kidding?they'll do anything to bite. why am i even talking about life?this has nothing to do with anything...
enuf about my pathetic adolescent life.
i wonder sometimes(yes i do think), why do we try so hard to be different? to be special? to be noticed? wouldnt it be easier if we were friendless and unknown? well maybe thats too extreme. how abt at least having some sort of spot where u can just hide urself for as long as u like? just to think, to cry maybe...to talk about things with urself with no one there to judge u. to talk about ur problems without having someone say, 'well thats what it's like'
ah well, so much for that happening. i ges the toilet will always be fine with me. especially if i can get that light fixed.
ive got a lot of mixed up things in my head. no organiser. im too tired to even re read what ive written.
i ges i'll just leave it to that.
see u
The end of the road... Wait, it's a fork. No, it's a signboard. Umm...Can i just sit here and wait?
for people who know me, or are at least in the same year as i am, it's a tough month. not in a bad way i suppose. just lots of stuff to do, lots of stuff to think about. we have to fill in forms and do a lot of thinking when doing it. not just blindly filling things in...unfortunately.
when i look at the form i just cross my arms and think, do i have to? *sigh* oh well... anyhow, i know i sound whiny, which i suppose i am. especially to quite a few people. u know who u are. anyhoo... again i have not much time. but just as a last note to a special someone.
if i really had to, five words or phrases, or objects or sentences or whatever mass on earth couldn't be enough to describe the complex soul u r. really... 5 words was hard enough. haha... well anyhow, i'll write again another time.
