Go through the days with a smile, with no care whatsoever, we'll rush later, runrunrunbyme. Time no essence la deyy. I'll come home, slit eyes drained, and crawl into the cardboard box i've made and decorated myself. Writings on the wall, remind me of the impending doom, i can hear your voice from a distance, telling me the plans, but i just can't make out what you're saying, paper muffled sentences, bounce off back to you, repelled energy, coming out a string of negatives in my lonesome mind but a soothing voice only soothes and causes no cure. comfort, rocking back and forth; its not the end.

ignorance is truly bliss;

That didn't even make sense. I walked or rather ran from place to place with a smile cos i get reminded every now and then how wonderful some of your friends can be,(thanks jennyanna, kayabun and mary! i don't know how i'd survive today really=)) but things are getting better, maybe its just that i'm gonna be really rich really soon. Haha, since when did i become abi, ah well but i miss that small one anyways.
-back to retail-
we gots works to dos babehs

i'd like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly

because i'm busy when you're not, because i give a much more damn about the girl waiting outside waving at you, because i see perfect soulmates walk right past each other and enemies sit close by. What are we coming to, where no one gives a flying toot bout anything, we all just call each other by our full names and say may i please and thank you.

I'm still running, only i've changed direction,

crumble

And slowly, i'll just die from all this useless crap that i've knowingly dragged myself into. I'm trying to believe that people won't give me work that they don't think i can handle even if it means becoming superwoman. Saturday was happy day, and sunday just spoilt the end of a spoilt week. And i wake up today to the bbq wholesale people trying to ask me if the satay sauce i ordered is enough for the amount of satay i got. tsk. good morning veggie day.

Maybe i depend on you too much,
cos you just can't always be there.

iphone waste

Exclusive rights, sad story of my dad's 48 hour old phone.
still don't know why a 47-year old man needed an iphone, to possibly challenge coffeeshop pakciks at a game of tap-tap. Touch so sensitive, complicated pricey restrictions, this is what happens;


HAHAHHAHAHAH, omg. this is so sad. and it costs another 350 just to repair the freakin screen o_O

down

Running through the hours, burning up time, no point calculating how many hours left i have in a day. Don't bother calling and asking me out, unless you're ready for disappoint and even that i can't run from. Hop from place to place, face to face, upturned to downturned lines, thats all they are. Throw that notebook, diary, planner, phone away girl and you'll save me.
and going home alone is no fun sucking balls, period.

And even when the sky is falling down,
you'll be my only.

And truth be told, i miss you.
and truth be told, i'm lying
<3