the most boring post ever
(the most boring post ever)
hi i just came back from fetching my brother from his kindergarten.
haha, he kinda like this girl called rachel and i think it's soo cute. haha, but nothing's gonna happen i think i dunno.
that was random.
okay i'm gonna go eat dinner at i dunno where its supposed to be mother's day dinner.
sweet sayonara.
giving light to someone just like you.
he is the overwhelming shadow you are the girl in his heart six feet below.
okay that's about it, sweet sayanaro.
(didn't i tell you it's the most boring post ever?)
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continued after a 6 hour recess.
from photographs to diaries.
from diaries to memories.
i spent almost 2 hours trying to do this stupid thing. photoshopp is kninda cool sometimes and sometimes it gets to your nerves. well well today was okay. dinner at simpang bedok was very nice. my sister is acting sooo "teenager now, to influences of hillary duff and etc etc. talking so much. urgh. raimi is acting so angstful now. it's like there's this unbearable heat at home he cannot take. sigh. my youngest brother, sometimes i never realise how cute he is. i mean he's like a.. "dog/cat/little vicious creature". haha, he's quite cool because he can pick up phones and fetch snacks from the kitchen. for me.
and i'm just the same silent eldest brother who goes,"eh where's my lighter?"
and then i shut up and say another sentence in another 2 hours or so. if i'm at home.
sometimes i wish i can talk more.
sometimes i wish people would just shut up.
it's like when i'm alone with a girl, my mouth freezes and my mind is trafficking a thousand messages per nanosecond.
"shesmiledcokespritetimeis10oclocknice shoesismyhairokaywatchyourstepareyourhandsdirtylistengood..." that's what goes in mind mind but if someone asks, i just say its nothing.
when i walk in a crowd, the attention span is divided to the uncountable tongues speaking and bitching.
and yes maltin, if you call me antisocial for putting my earphones on, that's the reason why.
sigh, today is such a quiet day.
the people talking about me
they care so much about what they see
do i feel happy or do i feel sad
these things dont matter for free
why are her eyes so a brown
of the strangest mysteries
the voices all whisper to me
her eyes are colored with joy and glee
with shadows of vacancy
mines a picture of misery.
hi i just came back from fetching my brother from his kindergarten.
haha, he kinda like this girl called rachel and i think it's soo cute. haha, but nothing's gonna happen i think i dunno.
that was random.
okay i'm gonna go eat dinner at i dunno where its supposed to be mother's day dinner.
sweet sayonara.
giving light to someone just like you.
he is the overwhelming shadow you are the girl in his heart six feet below.
okay that's about it, sweet sayanaro.
(didn't i tell you it's the most boring post ever?)
-----------------------------------------------------
continued after a 6 hour recess.
from photographs to diaries.
from diaries to memories.
i spent almost 2 hours trying to do this stupid thing. photoshopp is kninda cool sometimes and sometimes it gets to your nerves. well well today was okay. dinner at simpang bedok was very nice. my sister is acting sooo "teenager now, to influences of hillary duff and etc etc. talking so much. urgh. raimi is acting so angstful now. it's like there's this unbearable heat at home he cannot take. sigh. my youngest brother, sometimes i never realise how cute he is. i mean he's like a.. "dog/cat/little vicious creature". haha, he's quite cool because he can pick up phones and fetch snacks from the kitchen. for me.
and i'm just the same silent eldest brother who goes,"eh where's my lighter?"
and then i shut up and say another sentence in another 2 hours or so. if i'm at home.
sometimes i wish i can talk more.
sometimes i wish people would just shut up.
it's like when i'm alone with a girl, my mouth freezes and my mind is trafficking a thousand messages per nanosecond.
"shesmiledcokespritetimeis10oclocknice shoesismyhairokaywatchyourstepareyourhandsdirtylistengood..." that's what goes in mind mind but if someone asks, i just say its nothing.
when i walk in a crowd, the attention span is divided to the uncountable tongues speaking and bitching.
and yes maltin, if you call me antisocial for putting my earphones on, that's the reason why.
sigh, today is such a quiet day.
the people talking about me
they care so much about what they see
do i feel happy or do i feel sad
these things dont matter for free
why are her eyes so a brown
of the strangest mysteries
the voices all whisper to me
her eyes are colored with joy and glee
with shadows of vacancy
mines a picture of misery.
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5:28 PM
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