Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Let go.

I thought i could handle everything you threw at me, and then everything comes crashing and burning, and its then that we all know to take things as it comes.
Don't think too much.
I'm really trying not to.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

I give up.

why does she stay?

Saturday, July 11, 2009


Escape; a form of active denial.
Cramped feet, still in-step with you.
smiles and we'll slowly be self-conscious.
the best drink ever gulped down,
just enough wooo not to care,
beware, the careless hands
touch me not,
you're saying something,
don't point to the dancefloor.
what i can't hear you.

Its back to business, back to practicality.
And I'm glad its still the same=)
Schoolboringwork calls.

Monday, July 06, 2009

I don't know how to put it,



I've never not been able to run away from things, atleast for a little while its possible, but somehow thats not happening, i'll have to face it everyday, deal with it like it doesn't matter and choices don't matter here.
Things that really get to me don't make a difference. Little things that annoy me, just fade away. Gossiping with you was left to yesterday. My nails have been blue for too long, bad for health, affecting judgement. Argh Thursday finally BTT. Friday night, come quick, need to escape this madness.

I'm missing the nerds, too much=(

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Time.

Assumed hiatus over, 2 projects down, AGM's done and my mind is clear. Unavoidable denial still rests at the back of my head about the other tests and submissions, BTT and sub comm recruitment. I try to plan my schedule for the week to come, and i don't really have a free day. I shouldn't complain, i know its my time just wish i had more time to study, freakin testsX[

In time, i will fade away,
and in time, i won't care what you say.


I find myself running, without really knowing or even acknowledging anything. Without dealing with whats right infront of me, i neglect the ones that matter the most. I can't help the way i feel, nor can i explain it but i have an feeling it gets like this whenever i get to close. Choices, they say, Peanuts i say. Tomorrow shall tell.