Sunday, February 28, 2010

Tidal Waves

Hi. Do you know how it feels like to wait for something you know will never come but you still hold on to that thin shred of hope eventhough the voice in your head tells you,don't ?
I've perfected that by now,really. It's like playing a game of tug of war with yourself. You wait but when you realize it's completely bogus if it really does come,you stop waiting. It goes on again,day after day ever since then. In case you were wondering,yes it sucks. When realization hits you like a tidal wave and you're caught under water. You struggle to hold on to what's in reach,to the familiar exterior of a tree bark or a post,you hang on to that for your life but the current makes it tougher,the current wants to break your grip. You so desperately cling on to that until you know it's pointless,it's beyond your control. That's when you'll start to let go,bit by bit and pray to God to please,please bring yourself ashore. To that moment where you can finally breathe and say Hey,I'm Going To Be Alright. That Was One Hell Of A Ride But I Got Through It and I'm Going To Walk Away With Only Bruised Memories. I'm the one clinging on to that familiarity and you're the current. Sooner or later,but most definitely,I will learn to let go and wait at the next stop for somebody else to bring me on another ride,one that's worth waiting for. Though,there is a part of me that wants everything to be normal again,for me to know I have a friend,not some boy I used to like and who meant something to me,who I can call up and say OMG Guess What Happened To Me Today?! and to be absolutely sure that everything's better the way it is. Until then.

Good Dose Of Humor,S'All I Need

Hi. I think I like you. I'm not going to be daft and say I've fallen head over heels for you because I have not. Not yet,anyways.
Rarely do I talk to you but when I do,it makes me happy. You sorta make me happy. Talking to you is like talking to myself. Confusing and frustrating and funny.
Give me humor,and you've got me wrapped around your fingers. XX

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Hello,Familiarity




When I was still in school,I frequently read blogs of those who finished school and they rarely updated. Curious as ever,I thought to myself "I'm going to blog every single day after I get out of this shithole because,dude,everyday's a holiday ! " This is my first blogpost after two months and I couldn't care less. My life is as mundane and routine as John Tyree's father in Dear John. I'm blaming Twitter,that micro-blogging genius is fcking brilliant! I rarely have shut-eye sessions because I'm up all night reading a book or watching dvds. I wake up around the same time people come home from school and the only time I actually make an effort to wake up in the morning is to have breakfast at McDonalds or a mamak stall. In between that,I feel as if I don't have a reason to even wake up. I'm in the middle of taking my driving license,classes have started and I actually like driving despite the fact that I get distracted easily and I'm afraid I'll hit the nearest lamp post. My uncle's been really keen on having me write on a regular basis for NST so he's trying to help me out with that. I hope it turns out well because I really,really missed writing.

Don't get me wrong though,I worship and treasure these carefree moments of my life. Those of which are beginning to feel less and more tense because results are coming out soon. I wished I didn't slack,but what's done is done. I won't be here to collect 'em,will be missing all the tears and laughter and joyjumps for Europe. Psyched for that trip ! Leaving in two weeks and I have no idea what to pack. I feel like stuffing everything from my closet into my suitcase. ANYWAYS. I'm keeping this one short. I think I'll probably type something out later tonight. Bye.