Sunday, April 10, 2005
Hi There Blog.
My house filled wit the sound of the television. My nose currently smelt the fragrance of fried spring chicken, drooling me non-stop coz I haven't consume anything since the past few hours. Hmm.
I just saw someone signin in. Putting my close fren's picture as his display pic. haha. He really like my fren a lot. I wonder if that's plain obsessions or craziness going on. I don't know. I've never been so into a person yet. So I don't know how that guy is feeling. He told me he didn't want to let go the feeling of liking my fren. I just can't help but to somehow 'erk' at that statement. I know I m being mean but think... now's the time to really concentrate on studies, coz that's wat a teenager should make a priority. For me, Love-relationships-Obsessions are part of a teenage life, filling in sweet and sour spices into the dish. Where the main subject is concern, those matters are only to fascinate and liven up one's life with colours. But for me, I need those colours to fly for my major examinations.
Oh well [notice how I use this word as a substitute for 'However'] diff ppl diff tastebuds. Diff life diff style. Diff theories diff practicals. Diff philosophy diff psychology. Diff beings diff worlds.
Diff everything Diff anything.
hey but to think of it, again, the colours in my life have to be the rhythms and rhymes, the search for time. Haha. I can't live without music, I can't live without time.
Very deep indeed. Deep Deep thinking.
I hate it wen ppl tries to run away from reality. Assuming that life's all about them, them being so attitude-ish, them being 'rebellious', rebel without a cause. That's why Ella and me are always mocking those girls or guys. We would do something so lame like crossing over a barricade using only one leg, and declare 'Oh my god! This is so cool. Look how Rebellious I am! I crossed over the barricade!!" den we would laugh and carry on. Haha. Lame ppl always have lame excuses. U see. I have seen ppl who has the most happiest family on earth, but they make it so complicated by rebelling without a cause, hoping that it would take effect. Eventually wen I found out that all those stories were fraud, I can't help but to take back the trust at those people person and feel pity for their parents to have such sons and daughters [mostly daughters] to cook up some stoopid stories so as to get accepted by others. Maybe wat they were thinking is that 'ooh I must have some interesting sad stories, so that ppl sympathise me and those rebels can accept me as a fren and together, we'll be so cool."
wat dya think. that's lame isn't it?
wow. Now I smell banana fritters. Yum. But I duno ware it comes from. Not from my kitchen coz no one's dere. I dunno if it's from one of my neigbour's but it could be. Coz my storey, the whole stretch are malay families. And Malay families to often make banana fritters.
Haha. How funny my thoughts can run, my fingers can type so fast as I my thoughts flow.
I dunno if all of the above mentioned made any sense to ya, dearest blog, coz i dun think u understand. U're all made up of HTML codes, URL's and encoding things... that's all u eva noe. So blog hoppers, if u by any chance hopped across my blog, and read this story board, haha... Sorry for those 'misunderstandings'. Coz u might be a stranger to me, u might not know wat's evolving around me.
From teenage love - rebellious teenagers- nice banana fritters- apology to blog hoppers
haha.. that's how complex the wonderful human mechanism can produce.
All detailed and worthwhile. I'mma go and hop out now. All of a sudden, there's this sudden tug in my stomach. Need to go find food. Haha. Till then, I guess this is it.
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