Friday, September 28, 2007
" open hand ; 6:45 PM "
i don't always understand the range of emotions i go through and i don't always control them. they just float, linger. and sometimes they drop out somewhere and i forget them. i need those moments, i think .
it's quite fine you know, sitting down with some kind of book in hand and not trying to read it, because i'm too busy swearing at you. childish, i know. but it relieves the freaking tongue-lashes i feel like hurling out.
[chances], ae i.e probability: The chances are that the train hasn't left yet.
heck, the train didn't even arrive in this case. i don't know if it's because i lack the drive or persistence, but i never ever get the chance to even bask up the moments. that's pathetic.
heck, the train didn't even arrive in this case. i don't know if it's because i lack the drive or persistence, but i never ever get the chance to even bask up the moments. that's pathetic.
sometimes, i need to get there first . lately i haven't been doing that. and now it's all getting annoying. i don't have fucked up feelings, i have fucked up notions, which serve me very well, thank you. i'm tired of standing there, possibly shoved at the background (cos i let it happen) and watching your steven spielberg adaptation of love boat.
and i'm not blaming anyone for being shoved right to the back. i let it happen, didn't i ? i sat there, all bleary-eyed and i let it happen.
and i'm not blaming anyone for being shoved right to the back. i let it happen, didn't i ? i sat there, all bleary-eyed and i let it happen.
bah, ever seen those fat love novels? yeah. i'm feeling like a fat novel. just scrap out the love part.