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[Dec. 29th, 2009|04:58 am] |
there was so much anger, so much hate after it ended that now, i honestly can't remember why i stopped talking to naz. i can't remember whether it was to stagnate, or because i hated her guts. no no me talking about this is not about bringing up past demons.
the night found me talking to her again, and with it, raised the above sentiment.
yes the reason why it took so long to start talking even after everything has settled was because i didnt bother. or rather i couldnt be bothered. like macam you see someone you knew once upon a time at simpang and you give a cursory wave and move right along. let's just say that some htht with your bros put you into perspective arh.
im really sorry i took so long to be civil. |
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| O Parry Thy Vitiation With A Fistful Of Volition |
[Dec. 28th, 2009|02:23 am] |
Yesterday when I awoke I saw a glitter of fairy dust right above me, hovering, hovering seductively for me to just stick out my bed-wrinkled hands and grab. To just, grab. I sat up on my bed. Of course I tried to grab it. Like swatting flies I tried to grab it.
I would have had better luck swatting for flies.
During that vague moment between consciousness and unconsciousness you don't know whether you're actually staring at fairy dust or you're just dreaming. You do, however, still consciously think and react in such manners. You grab. As in, literally reach out and grab, even though the fairy dust you're staring at is all but in your head.
This is where I'm at. I'm at the in between. I grab. And it might just all be in my head. It's okay, because if it is then eventually I'll wake up with groggy realization anyway. And I'll probably just move right along. |
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| #15 - One sentence to sum things up |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|08:10 pm] |
These past few weeks have been nothing more than a piece of shit and each day keeps getting much more shittier.
bwargh!
bye |
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| Moptops |
[Dec. 24th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
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Shaz i miss you!
Please come back bearing gifts of greeceness! I cannot wait to troll tanjong pagar and raffles for food with you. enough of depressing home-cooked fried rice by the pantry window sill. january 2010 will henceforth be known as tanjong-pagar-is-fucking-awesome month. it really is. it is a singaporean foodie's best kept secret.
and merry christmas to all. hoes hoes hoes!
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