Y Monday, April 6, 2009
Just one of those days
I think...I’m having a bad day. Don’t really know how it happened because the earlier part of the day (meeting up with Felicia for lunch and going to the new jour school building which is really modern and cosy) was actually pleasant. Oh except for the psyc experiment on memory and consciousness, which is really tedious at 11 in the morning? All I was really doing was like clicking the mouse super duper fast, so an experiment that was supposed to take at least half an hour became fifteen minutes for me.
Anyway I reckon I’m not getting very good sleep nowadays, Kim recently told me I sort of frown in my sleep, perhaps that is making me more moody. Just maybe, it’s seeing the same faces, dealing with the same internet crap that happens like once a week or the simple fact that reality sucks. Like frequently for the past week many police cars and fire engines have gone by our road at night making a racket, rumour has it that like 15 houses in ‘The Manors’ got broken into, is St Lucia happening or what? Oh and a month back some road got closed cause there was a shootout over some drug dealings. Never am I going to snigger at another SAF advert promoting the safety of our country, seriously.
However, when I have those really comfortable moments with people like Yu Lin, where we just enjoy each other’s company in silence, it feels so comforting. Haha and I’ve also been seeking comfort by watching this Italian animated series called the ‘winx club’, before you judge me , at least acknowledge its better than what most guys do for fantasy- turn to porn.
On a more journalistic note, you know the saying that the world is made out of stories? It’s true..
Here's a little something for you to muse over..
Magicians never reveal their mechanics , but they are all the same they’re just tricks. They leave you spellbound rooting for more, but they’ll never abide you with an encore.
You’re the magic star of my show, summer’s warmth and winter’s snow. No sleights of hand nor misdirections, I’ll figure you out, no matter the attention. All of my obsessions and what i’ve said gives no justice nor reflects my intellect.
Lies and untruths should be incorrect, they do their best to mess up my head.My inside cries and screams for help, if you looked at me you couldn’t tell, You’d be at wars with yourself and i’ll be running when i hear the bells.
They’ll mean the end of our time and i really wonder if i’ll be out of line if i used tangent squares and cosine to find an explanation for myself of any kind.
You’re the most beautiful tragedy and with our misfortunes we make a story. 3 parts love , 1 part sadly of nothing more than tragic misopportunity.
youknowyouloveme
you know you love me
xoxo
4:22 AM
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