Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I think as time goes, i might update my blog lesser and lesser. Days just pass so swiftly these days. I just doesnt seems to have time for anything. Weekdays...either i'm back home late, or i'm rather melt in front of e tv, wasting e time away.
Really, i ought to get down to something. Like starting a new hobby. Investing my time in a totally new trade unknown to me. Like photography. Sheesh,,,, i still cant imagine spending at least a thousand just to get started...
Hmm, was up to some mischief again. Just some crazy ideas popping into my head. It appears that this time round, the musical box craze is in. Well, they always appear special. Some time back, i saw this drama where this girl receive a lovely little box. Just a plain little box, yet it contain some marvellous music. Those typical musical box kinda fantasy dreamy like music. I thought i wanted one too. But, hey, look at e stocks we had here. Yuck. Some U.G.L.Y bulky musical boxes or piano-shaped ones. Sheesh, all i wanted was a small little box that serves its purpose. Yet i cant find any. Hmphh~!
Was talking about my dreams to wy yesterday. Wy say i fantacise a lot. I admit too.haah, like today, i'm facing a patch of forest-like greenary as i'm having lunch. It reminded me of e scene in total recall. As though i'm in some space capsule or building on mars, separated from e outside world by a mere piece of glass.
Caught The Island during e weekends, was really good as it was reviewed. REally out of e world kinda plot. Imagining you being told a lie all along, and you totally believe it, as you wasnt aware of other possibilies that exists outside of this lie. Gosh...
Perspectives. Everyone has different ones. Like whether i'm a good listener. I dont think i am, cos i cant remember half e things people bear their hearts to tell me. Its like they told me a whole load of problems or things off their chest. Yet, e next time i see them, i cant remember. For me, i would have felt that this friend dont care a damn about me. He dont put my matters to heart that's why he dont remember. Yet, my friend said its okay, as all people wanted is to have someone to listen to. So, not being able to remember is perfectly alright. But, to me, if i have to repeat again, ohhh...spare me of it.
I feel that there are 2 ways i started blabbering lots of stuff. One, when i'm high on alcohol. Two, when i'm sleepy. Hmm, i'm at number two now. Sleepy, and things, stuffs, they just flow smoothly out of me. Geez.
Smile like you meant it. That's e name of e song by switchfoot i think.
I used to thought that way. But then, you came along and things were never e same again. You, you added a new defination to e ways things goes. Destiny?
Really, i ought to get down to something. Like starting a new hobby. Investing my time in a totally new trade unknown to me. Like photography. Sheesh,,,, i still cant imagine spending at least a thousand just to get started...
Hmm, was up to some mischief again. Just some crazy ideas popping into my head. It appears that this time round, the musical box craze is in. Well, they always appear special. Some time back, i saw this drama where this girl receive a lovely little box. Just a plain little box, yet it contain some marvellous music. Those typical musical box kinda fantasy dreamy like music. I thought i wanted one too. But, hey, look at e stocks we had here. Yuck. Some U.G.L.Y bulky musical boxes or piano-shaped ones. Sheesh, all i wanted was a small little box that serves its purpose. Yet i cant find any. Hmphh~!
Was talking about my dreams to wy yesterday. Wy say i fantacise a lot. I admit too.haah, like today, i'm facing a patch of forest-like greenary as i'm having lunch. It reminded me of e scene in total recall. As though i'm in some space capsule or building on mars, separated from e outside world by a mere piece of glass.
Caught The Island during e weekends, was really good as it was reviewed. REally out of e world kinda plot. Imagining you being told a lie all along, and you totally believe it, as you wasnt aware of other possibilies that exists outside of this lie. Gosh...
Perspectives. Everyone has different ones. Like whether i'm a good listener. I dont think i am, cos i cant remember half e things people bear their hearts to tell me. Its like they told me a whole load of problems or things off their chest. Yet, e next time i see them, i cant remember. For me, i would have felt that this friend dont care a damn about me. He dont put my matters to heart that's why he dont remember. Yet, my friend said its okay, as all people wanted is to have someone to listen to. So, not being able to remember is perfectly alright. But, to me, if i have to repeat again, ohhh...spare me of it.
I feel that there are 2 ways i started blabbering lots of stuff. One, when i'm high on alcohol. Two, when i'm sleepy. Hmm, i'm at number two now. Sleepy, and things, stuffs, they just flow smoothly out of me. Geez.
Smile like you meant it. That's e name of e song by switchfoot i think.
I used to thought that way. But then, you came along and things were never e same again. You, you added a new defination to e ways things goes. Destiny?
# posted by momaurskox : 11:26 PM
