Put your hand to my cheeks but all you feel is air

Nobody ever stays.

Eventually you'll be a passer by, in the eyes of those whom you once loved most, or still do even up till now. You may even leave a significant impact on that very person, been through hell with that person and back again, share the craziest time ever together and at that moment you feel the world coming to a standstill

"feels like forever"

but forever only applies right at that moment. Thank your flawed perception and optimism.

So we'll live, laugh, love, smile because we once had each other and then quarrel, fight, or perhaps even hate for a little while then leave.

It's always about goodbyes.

They say it's not a 'goodbye', but instead, a 'see you later'........ but you can't say see you later when everything single damn shit changes between both on the inside/on party and i don't matter as much to you as before and/or vice versa?

So I'm here right now, I'm merely here to be part of your life, and that we will have the best time ever and the worst, then I'll just leave, with the best memory of you, and the worst one, and the random bits of you that I can't get out of my head... and that I'm only but a mere companion till your true soul mate appear. And that time will show this very truth, instead of time healing this wound and that we could've been something more.

Because if we could've been, we would've been. I would've felt so. And feel this throbbing in your chest. You would've sincerely felt so too.

So let makes chapter of our lives a great one. A memorable one. One that's worth reminscing.

Lalala I don't know what I'm typing here anyway hehe fragmented thoughts don't bother reading time for teevee and dinner (sobz no appetite imma drown in my bottle of coke)sobzzzzzzzz miss my junior miss darno miss miss miss many buzytizzy peepiezzzz heh bai! (:

Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes).

Effects of globalisation fully witnessed- came across the cover of a chinese song by a Canadian indie band, Immaculate Machine. I somehow find this quite fascinating ha ha oh hiiiiiii, haven't been on Blogger for quite some time, tell me you miss me if you ever see this teeheeheez.

Yeterday's lit consult gave me this horribly horrijiber dream )-: I dreamt that chongwoober died because he got crushed by an air conditioning unit (hahahaha) and that some friend of mine sliced him open and cleared off his organs and stuff and wore him as a costume, sewing his body up to achieve a more convincing look. And that my friend (with huat's appearance and physique, in other words, looking exactly like huat) wanted to give me a hug!?! Damn sick dream argh!!!

I want more sleep, more time, less time spent staring into space.
More frozen yogurt, more soft baked cookies with bits of toffee in it, less appetite problems.

Prelims killing my appetite and that weewee telling me that my choice for general paper essay questions was a lousy (well she didn't explicitly state so but judging from her expression....)one because it's difficult and um, quite philosophical )-: i didn't even finish the essay mind youuuu so in other words, my gp is a goner ha ha ha sux2bme.

I iz gradually becoming agitated thinking about this fuck (no asterisks in for the vowels in this word) the prelims bai.

|: and blah blah blah

But I've got a conscience too and it says my heart's never in tune with anything I do.

Intention doesn't necessarily bring about any actions

Need anything equivalent of a soma holiday but it will bring about an early death, and that would defeat my purpose for being right here right now. Master of excuses, denial and everything else irrelevant. My thoughts have a mind of their own (run free, run wild!) and often, pulling excessive emotions around.

Spinning but actually just really being stationary.

Tell me am i right to think there could be nothing better

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.