i ain't that i ain't *** like that kinda thing don't fashionise me don't gear me up i ain't that i ain't *** i may be some of this and some of that but i do not want to be like *** im classier im sorry but i see further in life i feel the need to accomplish so much and that definitely ain't *** don't mistook my strength as an ego bkoz i ain't like *** don't tell me this don't tell me that bkoz i ain't *** but i haven't had much of a choice to talk my stupid thoughts out so i decided to blog about it and it's wearing me out but anyhows, im still holding on tight to that life knife behind my back. you know. for emergency purpose. just in case. so i could just kill and run away. it definitely hurts lesser that way.
so don't ask me what this is all about. i just got back from jb after looking for my twin bro's wedding stuffs and i got home at 6am from zoukout and im deadbeat. im wondering if it's ok to smoke in this thing im wearing now. bkoz tampines is infact the next geylang i reckon. soooooo many malays lar. and does anyone wants me to sing a birthday song for them? so i could try my luck and publish it on myspace crossing my fingers that p diddy or master p might bump into my profile hahahaha. then i'll be a singapore version of cassie. cassie terus. lassie adalah.
has anyone read cat n mouse in a haunted house before? cute giler lar.
and i found pics. year 2004 pics. i shall post them up real soon bkoz..............bkoz i just found them lah ok. and then i was wondering that i might be holding onto them sweet memories for a wee bit too long that i think it is time to let go. like frou frou said, there's a beauty in breakdown. so, i really don't know what to do. how do you define the letting go part? does it include deleting every pics in your comp or online albums or burning all the 4Rs u have? or it is just an emotional flow? i dont know. u tell me. my definition is obviously burning all the frames bastards i once had a thing with. but except for the good ones. the worthy ones. n they tell me i could keep their pictures. n then i thought to myself, i am indeed in a very serious relationship so will it be a risk if i decided to once in a while look thru the old albums remembering the times me and the ex-him once had and then that would make me feel guilty. i dont know. bkoz its like im thinking n smiling of another instead of my significant one so is that considered to be as "cheating" literally? if not, emotionally? ok ok. maybe the word is not cheating. but humans are all the same. one thought will lead to another thousand thoughts. and i dont know where im going with this...
dian, please ah. i still have dozens of bastard faces to burn. then we'll sing burn by usher while burning away the memories. and then perhaps i'll be happier and feel lighter. bkoz bastards frames in my cupboard is equivalent to me living with them. n it pulls me down.
another random dumb entry. thanks for reading but u've just wasted your time.
