Mm Dim!
Marvin summed it up great in his last post. Exams really bring out the little yellow birds which circle your head. And force them into overdrive.
Zoom zoom zoom.
I really enjoy reading Khang Wei's blog. Entertaining like fuck. You guys still remember him from school? Never know the guy had so much lurking underneath. It's the the the the shite man. Irreverent, curt, abrasive as hell. Hope he doesn't mind me plugging him here. More power to ya, don't let it stop.
It's been raining cats and dogs for the past month or so. Monsoon season. Wondering when it'll end - so I can add car-washing to my list of inane things to do when procrastinating.
Decided to skip wards this morning. Staying home and attacking the books should prove to be a more rewarding experience. Have yet to get to the attacking part, but it'll come. It will. It better.
It's really pouring now. It's lashing - slap slap slap slap slap against the glass doors. I'll take a picture.
Whoa.
Anyway. Anyway.
Something wicked this way comes. (Is that how it went in Harry Potter? Can't remember..)
I haven't felt this way in a long time. There's a certain someone nudging into the picture. Nudging is right tho. Ever so slightly. Right now. Bad timing. But at least she's safe till after my exams. Ho ho ho.
Am in deep contemplation, trying to dissect my emotions. Should I go for it? Or is there too much at stake? Man.. I don't really want to risk leaving my happy zone, my comfy shell. Haha.
I've learnt (through trial and catastrophic error) not to trust myself too much in situations like this. To not trust my decisions, per se. I have a supremely fucked up thought process.
The idealist in me, though largely supressed (beaten to death by my exes), still hides in there somewhere. Thus, my decision making process usually consists of many brightly coloured scenes, us running barefoot over lush rolling green fields etc. etc. in my screwed up little head.
Haha. How very Sound Of Music.
I don't know. I have lots to think about.
But.. It's so bloody difficult to pretend otherwise. Everytime I talk to her, she's just so adorable. Think Pikachu on steroids. Okay.. That's not very convincing, but trust me, she's very.. attractive.
Should I? God knows I needn't another fiasco.
Zoom zoom zoom.
I really enjoy reading Khang Wei's blog. Entertaining like fuck. You guys still remember him from school? Never know the guy had so much lurking underneath. It's the the the the shite man. Irreverent, curt, abrasive as hell. Hope he doesn't mind me plugging him here. More power to ya, don't let it stop.
It's been raining cats and dogs for the past month or so. Monsoon season. Wondering when it'll end - so I can add car-washing to my list of inane things to do when procrastinating.
Decided to skip wards this morning. Staying home and attacking the books should prove to be a more rewarding experience. Have yet to get to the attacking part, but it'll come. It will. It better.
It's really pouring now. It's lashing - slap slap slap slap slap against the glass doors. I'll take a picture.
Whoa.
Anyway. Anyway.
Something wicked this way comes. (Is that how it went in Harry Potter? Can't remember..)
I haven't felt this way in a long time. There's a certain someone nudging into the picture. Nudging is right tho. Ever so slightly. Right now. Bad timing. But at least she's safe till after my exams. Ho ho ho.
Am in deep contemplation, trying to dissect my emotions. Should I go for it? Or is there too much at stake? Man.. I don't really want to risk leaving my happy zone, my comfy shell. Haha.
I've learnt (through trial and catastrophic error) not to trust myself too much in situations like this. To not trust my decisions, per se. I have a supremely fucked up thought process.
The idealist in me, though largely supressed (beaten to death by my exes), still hides in there somewhere. Thus, my decision making process usually consists of many brightly coloured scenes, us running barefoot over lush rolling green fields etc. etc. in my screwed up little head.
Haha. How very Sound Of Music.
I don't know. I have lots to think about.
But.. It's so bloody difficult to pretend otherwise. Everytime I talk to her, she's just so adorable. Think Pikachu on steroids. Okay.. That's not very convincing, but trust me, she's very.. attractive.
Should I? God knows I needn't another fiasco.
This entry was posted by tsh, on
Tuesday, June 13, 2006.
You can bitch back.
Perhaps the two of you hit it off. Perhaps so well that you can't keep your hands off each other. It's the one you've always been looking for. The Sound of Music scene comes true. Everything's perfect. You marry. Have 3 beautiful kids. She becomes a doting wife and a loving mother. You grow old together. The passion's long gone. She's a wrinkled pikachu now. But God you love her more than ever. Wrinkly, grey and saggy ... both of you still hold hands to sleep...
... *poof* you wake up from your dream. You're still wrinkled, grey and saggy. But you're alone. On your death bed. Wishing you could roll back all those years, give up everything ... just to find out whether it would've worked. Just to find out whether you've given up the best thing you could've ever come across....
But hey, I could be wrong. But what's wrong in finding out for yourself, eh?
After the long rambling, my only advice comes in 3 words: JUST DO IT
yo man, glad u find my blog entertaining...
and thanks for linking me up... :)
yu jian : haha, man u're spot on. i've always been screwed over by the 'what if?'s. alrighty then, *charge!* ho ho
khang wei : no prob man, good stuff!
say it