i love you. i do. please come back to me.
‘idiosyncratic’ is best used to describe the heart without rhyme or reason defying logic even despite all the things i think i might not like about you i don’t just like you i love you and that’s the heart an untouchable heart because of you it’s amazing the way you’ve made me feel now i know how precious that tingle is never rang since you
living a life for today, but also for tomorrow
perhaps she’s a sign that god has given me, a gentle reminder that the future is inevitable. everytime i see her, it makes me re-think my actions. i should be headed in a different direction cos that’s not where i want to be. beauty fades away. i don’t want to be sad and lonely.
awfully sick & tired
it really sucks to be feeling like this so awfully tired and aching everywhere and being sick for one whole month all i really want is some rest but no rest is in sight it’s just gonna get busier but it’s okay i know we adapt we all adapt someday i’ll be SUPERMANDY.
wait not for the best time
yesterday i had a realization there’s such thing as a best time to get something done however i musn’t wait my whole life to do it i should just do it or i will never get to it just do it just think it it is fantastic to be alive.
i don’t wish to call it luck it isn’t a coincidence it is faith it is a faith that goods things happen to me
the price of being free-spirited.
if you don’t listen i won’t talk and baby i don’t even talk that much.
it’s been a long time since my heart has fallen or even vaguely felt a tug i miss that feeling the skip of the heart the anticipation the ridiculous frequency of checking of the hp what has happened?
fact is people do want something from you all the time and that’s okay in giving what you want i’m becoming who i want to be as well and these days all i want is to rest i don’t care if you like me or if you don’t if you’re happy or if you’re not because honestly i am just too tired.
last night will be the last party, in a long long time (with the exception of mega parties like the white party) at least until i come back from US & China. i will stay fucking focused. i have places to go, things to accomplish, myself to be held accountable to. no more senselessness please. for a moment, last night, i thought i didn’t like girls. lol.
waking every morning
these days i wake every morning feeling like i’ve been hit by a truck. everything’s aching, everything’s burning, everything’s creaky. i wake up feeling like i’ve spent a year elsewhere, in another dimension. my dreams take me across places, time and reality. maybe it’s the late nights. or the excessive alcohol. or the unnecessary cigarettes. or just the...
what an awesome white party
the white party was super awesome! i loved the wrestling. i loved the mad dancing. i even loved the sweaty sticky feeling. i loved dancing with picky. i loved smiling at random girls. i loved the great company. i loved the crazy remixes. i loved squeezing with 6 other people in the car and singing love ballads at the top of our lungs. i loved early morning suppers. what a fabulous night.
i didn't party last night
i am becoming a saint.
was at clarke quay with a friend recently and she had a dslr with her. it was fascinating to see the different controls and adjustments one can and needs to make with a dslr in order to get a nice picture, or a desired effect. perhaps the beauty of photography is just being able to grab the camera and head anywhere alone to capture pretty shots. sounds like a good avenue for melancholic times.
my relationship with alcohol
alcohol. i like it. it loosens me up. i hate it. it makes me do stupid things. i like doing stupid things. i don’t do enough stupid things.
FATHER FORGETS Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw...– W. Livingston Larned condensed as in “Readers Digest”
tumblr. seems really neat.