You're too young, Hold your tongue.

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Now playing: Kyo - Comment Te Dire

It's not that I haven't a care in the world. You are just not in my world often enough. Am I wrong for saying this?

Indifference doesn't mean I'd like anyone in that situation.

I'd much rather stay quiet.

too late.

Hope immolation

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Now playing: Passion - So Sick [Acoustic Cover]

"You're not reading a lot. What happened to you?"

I don't know. I haven't been mindful for the past year. Does that book really matter? Does green and black really matter? I wore green on Wednesday. Was it a preindication of anything that was going to happen that day? Would luck have subverted if I wore red instead? Could 5, 18, 27 or 14 preempt anything at all?

....but I..don't care..

Until June, I get to make this right.

That cover of So Sick I'm listening to is just do damned good.

I know what I want. This isn't a lost cause, I have door. I have a key, it's rusty. But it's a key nonetheless. I'm rueful, but that by no means is any denotation that I didn't try. God wants me on the same way, he just gave me a rusty ticket. Doesn't matter. What matters is now. I don't suck. I've just had a less-than-awesome week.

I think I'll probably pass out of gastritis before collecting my results tomorrow. Die lah.

I'm beginning to consider the theory that lounging my arse on the swirly chair followed by the hall sofa has bad repercussions on my habit of being overtly organised sometimes. I feel like I've fallen into a deeper hole of neat album artworks and aligned fingernails after spending 75 days of doing noooooooothing. I swear I was itching to arrange all the magazines in the doctor's office just now. IT WAS ALL TIME MAGAZINE. I couldn't decide on arranging them according to date or colour.

Who the hell arranges magazines with one single red border according to colour?

Wait...who even lets that thought creep through the back door of their head?

Me.

I was never like this. I SWEAR.

Few months ago, I spiritedly made a list of things to do while I'm on my semi-break from school before I go off to study..again. I ended up doing only 2 things.

For the record, I didn't learn Mandarin.

I didn't finish up my Sudoku Volume 3.

I didn't even finish half the video games I set out to play after SPM.

I didn't get a job. DAMN!

As an extension from the last one, I didn't save up much money.

DLKSADFLKSAFKASDKLFSDA I DIDN'T LEARN HINDI D:

I didn't change my wardrobe.

No sir, I most certainly did not.

We got THA FLOW~

ABCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC.. :)
XYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.. :)

What happened to the good old "I'm going to hold a grudge against her, I hate her!" now? It amazes me how much ending high school can subvert personal convictions.

After a few events last year, I'm slightly more determined to keep my grudges, if any, long-lasting. Does it make me a terrible person? Maybe, but you'd have to be a complete bitch to get on my bad side.

I don't even remember the last time I got angry. In fact, 3 months into last year, I'm pretty sure I got pissed off at people and went on 1080 degree mood swings a dozen times. It's not something I'm proud off :\



Resolutions!

Ending fast.

I feel like....ugh. The English vocabulary doesn't have an suited word so I'm going to write a reaction instead, one you'd have when you see an overly happy, overtly tongue-y couple at a parking lot. Okay, so it wasn't necessarily all UGH, at first it was "Oh okay, how...cute" then they started scavenger-hunting each other's throats and that was when I flipped and went :S

I have to admit, that's not the only reason why I'm currently so riddled with feelings of UGH-itude though. This is gonna sound stupid and worthy of a C-grade horror movie screenplay but...I've been having really...disturbing dreams lately. Have you left yet? No? I'll continue, then.

They're not nightmares, they're not as traumatic as sleep paralysis (been there, done that. If wasn't as if I could really 'do' anything) but they're just protractedly disturbing. I can't remember them fully (Can anyone for that matter?) but they always seem to have the same person, same place but different scenarios that are never, and I mean NEVER good.

Can this actually be connotative of something bad that's going to happen? Hell, am I going to die soon or something?

..............

If that's the case, I'd much rather prefer that recurring dream about eating in KFC or have something much more pleasant and not I'M-GOING-TO-HAVE-TO-BLOG-ABOUT-THIS-TO-CLEANSE-MYSELF-inducing.