Friday, April 20, 2007

They've all gone out to some wedding dinner at Raffles Town Club, involving people they've never even heard of (with the exception of Mama, who knows our relatives 5 times removed). Anyway, I'm Home Alone. I should have my own movie, except, there probably wouldn't be any burglars and no cute boy running about stark nekkid. It would just be me illicitly downloading rock songs with mindblowing guitar solos. Haha, the plot would probably run something along the lines of IP police trying to track me down, and me foiling their attempts with electrified doorknobs and tins of Nippon Odourless. Great. Doesn't that spell box-office success already?

Haven't brogggged in such a long time. I don't think people really care if I update anyway, because half the time they can't understand what I'm talking about. (I'm shrugging my shoulders in an extremely blase[accent on the 'e'!] manner. I hesitate to say 'shrug'. Ugh. Rhymes!) And even if they did, there's no telling how interested people would actually be, and I can only assume the logical answer to be: not much. However, I'm looking forward to our study session tomorrow. Hiphiphooray.

I don't want to feel how I feel because sometimes you can feel things wrongly. My heart hasn't been touched yet, so don't you be the first to break it.

If we go back 4 years or so, I would have felt differently. If I knew how much of a mess I'd create for myself later on, I'd probably have tried to avoid it. Then again, maybe not. It's the kind of mess you can't decide whether you want to sink into or scramble out of. See, the ultimate paradox (: I wonder what it's like to switch places with the Mess. You know, be the mess. That would be nice. I don't think I'd have the heart to get other people into a mess though. No, nonono.

Lady in Red? (Is dancing with me.)

- domestic.
by @ 8:15 PM