Watching shadows move across the wall feels so fright'ning I wanna run to you, I wanna call, but I've been hit by lightning Just can't stand up for falling apart Can't see through this veil across my heart over you You'll always be the one You were the first, you'll be the last Wherever you go I'll be with you Whatever you want I'll give it to you Whenever you need someone to lay your heart and head upon Remember after the fire after all the rain I will be the flame
I allowed those venemous emotions get the best of me today. Sorry Nirmal for the numerous words mix-up and my dazed attitude. You were more than right, girls are nothing but a bundle of trouble. Just look at the quicksand Dinesh and I have gotten ourselves into.
I have reached the crossroads and neither of the paths seem to have anything attractive to offer me.
Update, I received my abysmal literature block test results and scraped through by the skin of my teeth. This might be the only subject that I actually pass judging by the lack of effort put into the others. My term one progress report stinks like rotten eggs too, which makes me ponder, what am I even doing here in the first place?
Previously, I was actually looking forward for the OBS camp due to the many positive comments I heard from others. Until I found out that you have to dig holes to answer nature's call (solid or liquid form), and you would be restrained from showering for about 3 days. I think I'm starting to have second thoughts.
Ben - How could you insinuate notions regarding my heterosexuality based on other individuals linked via my friendster account? Have you forgotten what Mr S used to say? "Now class, that is an assumption." Or maybe you left for Melbourne leaving everything from yj behind. That aside, I'm sorry I didn't exactly give you the best farewell a buddy should have, but the present speaks for itself right? I wish you all the best in your endeavours at Aussie and the next time we meet up, do tell me that you've enrolled as a student in the UNImelb. Meanwhile, for the love of god, please refrain from being distracted by the campus's sizzling gym, and stop 'helping" hot aussie chicks pick up their change so you can "accidentally" look up their mini-skirts.
You're not worth it. Somehow, I wish I had never seen you.
And this might be the most dramatic entry of mine for the moment.
I haven't been to that page for a good whole month and today, I decided to re-visit it again for the most peculiar reasons. Actually, I forced myself to stay away for the whole month due to many unexplainable circumstances. And after that "quarantine", I'm back to square one, or somewhere in the vicinity to be precise.
Does small talk and amateurish comments mean so much to eradicate the good friendship or whatever you call it we once had? I know humans are vulnerable and not void of emotions. That's why the perceptions of others, somehow, do affect us in a way or another. But if this was more important than all the ballocks others say and if it could dominate the situation, then would this outcome of ours still be inevitable? God only knows.
Okay, so maybe that's not the sole reason. But from my experience and judgement of knowing you well enough, that IS in fact, the most detrimental factor as to why we are now strangers on a busy street.
That scene today really distracted me and destroyed my concentration level. You buy your drink in front of me and when you decide to change your mind about the preference of drink, you turn behind, nearly bump into me, then blatantly say in the most diplomatic manner "I'm sorry."
The more someone tries to salvage, the worse the damage becomes. So I'm supposed to sit back, relax, and patiently await for that miracle to drop in front of me. About a day ago, I presumed things were resolved. Keyword : presumed.
You were the diligent one who fervently reminded me to do my assignments and what not, you were my first friend in that wretched place. Maybe you forgot that, but i didn't.
On a much lighter note, an eyebrow-raising event occured yesterday when I was in the bus interchange. This lady in her mid-30s came up to me and saw me using my cell. She asked if I could do her a favour and send a text for her. Naturally, I obliged not knowing the content of the message she intended to send.
"Robin, I'm left with ten dollars. I take money from my parents but now they want me take it from someone else or to look for a job, whatever job i is. But I don't feel well so I'm resting for a while and looking after the child. Because we must give John John cash everyday, how? I'm not crazy. You are enjoying now and also eat good food. I have only eaten one fruit the whole day because I gave the child all the cash. I will fetch John John later and he will call you tomorrow. What business are you doing? We have been together for eighteen years, why are you treating me this way?"
I was intending to have a nice long nap in the 45 minute bus journey after my tennis training and guess what? I was Uncle Agony for the whole journey throughout because she squeezed next to me and started pouring out her troubles like a loudspeaker to this 18 year old kid who knows nuts about marital issues. The folks on the bus glared at me in curiosity - they must have thought it was insane seeing a middle-aged lady talking to a kid about marriage problems. But anyway, to this lady wherever she is, if your issues are credible, then I hope that you find a light at the end of your tunnel.
