juSt anotHer blOg

you work up a smile and you go for a ride

you know those carnival booth where a line of yellow ducks wait to be shot down? lately i've been feeling like one of the ducks.

things just dont seem so nice suddenly when you learn that she has a history of choosing colors. couple with the part where i screwed up smthg, i've been feeling like an idiot whenever she's around. thats so bad.. at least i do feel a little better after talking to ms chiang..

one reminds me so much of chee wei, in almost all manners. and another reminds me of iskandar. weird..at least they are nice and i'm going to miss the chee wei clone-alike when he leaves, because he's like, NICE. plus he lets me do a couple of cool stuffs, all by myself :)

sometimes you just wish you can yell at someone. like this idiot who proclaims proudly that he does not fast and accused you of the same vice when you dont know how many days you have fasted so far. wow, like you're some hot shot, and oh whats that i hear creaking open? your personal door to hell? goddamn bastard.

here's to wishing for a better rest of attachment. i'll just be humming daniel powter's 'bad day' for the time being.

Attitude, of the man in the workshop
whose dusty apron reaches almost to his thick boots
which stamp with impatience,
hands patronizing in their swift
pointing out of mistakes,
stupid things he knows he would never make,
but I keep my voice low and think
that once upon a time we all knew nothing.
-wildfire-
pretty much sums up me

posted by nuVul @ Wednesday, September 26, 2007