Monday, April 09, 2007

I'm stuck. Very stuck. I can't seem to produce anything coherent anymore. Nothing. Even though I know what I want to write, I can't write it. Maybe I need to get all depressed and pensive to write. Help me. It's not so hard, Noelle!

Fear is a friend that's misunderstood.
I don't want to be scared. I really really really don't want to become another


I don't want to.
Whatever I say, it is probably not of any consequence and I probably do my best talking when I don't talk, and my best writing when I don't write so go away stop asking me to say things or write things. I find it very difficult to do exposition. I'm not a rational or organised person. I have a Chinese test tomorrow. I have a semi-final match tomorrow, and all I want to do now is play guitar, even though my fingertips hurt (from what?). YESYES OSTENSIBLY SO DEAR, I WOULD LIKE SOMETHING TO TEMPT MY TASTE BUDS, MAYBE SOMETHING SOUR, MAYBE SOMETHING THAT REEKS OF TRAGEDY (LIKE DURIAN, OR SANDALWOOD) AND WHEN I SAY I could **** you I really mean I could **** ME, because then is it about me?

- sink. I want to ____
by @ 9:32 PM