玩弄还是被感?
friday night, he appeared while we were doing closing. a regular guy, he made me look like a fool. hey u know wad, im over him-- i dont miss him, i just remember him and make myself remember him, and maybe hope to see him once in a long long while :D
u know the rubber band theory? when u stretch it, it tightens. but if u stretch it to the limit, it breaks apart. thats the way with relationships.
im currently super interested in zay yar's ex. her name's lynn chynn, and its cos of some of her fav songs (from her friendster): 妈妈， 爱情转移, 不要问我过得好不好，断点， 关怀方式。gives a rather good impression doesnt it? well at least to me. i cried when i heard wu jian hao's 妈妈， and 不要问我过得好不好 by nan fang er chong is great. i hold strong the theory that music preference does paint a rather accurate portrait of one's character. its been a while since any songs have touched me. but i know mariah carey's "i'll be there" will always feel special. "cradle" too, maybe?
if i dint do anything against my conscience, why am i so afraid? i think i am weird and getting stranger as the days go by. and by my guilty look, who wouldnt suspect? and wth is wrong with me man, why am i feeling guilty when omg, i am like innocent to the point of.... point of...hmm...a sheep?
oh i jammed tonight. i knew i was super slow today, i wanted to move, but my speed just remained that way. and damn it, of all times it must be raymond and yongming on the floor. i know i've been slowing down recently. a joke between me and lone lone, must be cos of zay yar's absence, lol. i always felt like i was flying, but now, say hi to OJE jana. for those who dont know, OJE means "on-job-evaluation", like trainees. speaking of which, i still remember my OJE days. i went to work to get teased, by the BOH people. i remember how sanctos, the washer kept staring and how waiyip felt like an angel. big difference man. but i cant deny the fact he was sort of like my trainer.
i need a picnic, damn it. and so we're still planning for the picnic cum airport date, cant wait. damn the promos. and so im begging polymates for a picnic cos fisherians dont seem to be excited at the thought of a picnic. eh walao, its nice seriously. i'll make sandwiches and lemonade. oh speaking of which, how do you make lemonade? actually, what exactly is lemonade? issit like basically ice tea? but it sounds so classic. u know like how baby sitters club and novels close to such would describe a perfect drink on a sunny day, with a couple of friends and melting in the atmosphere. a little utopic? we can do it :D
i want a holiday. maybe if i go and come back, i will be back to normal speed, normal mood. err actually, wads my normal mood? and wads the definition of normal? fits the norm or something on a regular basis? Oxford dictionary would probably say both. which leads me to a conclusion, language is really arbitrary. who really will fathom the truth behind any "i love you"s? in the end, its all interpreted by what the receiver feels at that instant, for that person. and here we are, back in social psychology lectures.
i need to show the people i love, that i truly care.
children are just so innocent.
the world, the humans, the schemes, the thoughts,
their world, their self, their own schemes, their own thoughts
kids dont need explanations for anything.
they are just kids.
