triceratops

tired. just very very tired.

really dont want to go back to the states now.
for many many reasons.
sigh.

was just thinking bout this.
once upon a time... there lived some tyranasaurus rexes, some brontosauruses, and some triceratops. all of which im sure i have spelt wrongly.
the triceratops was supposed to belong to the brontosauruses (in my story).
but no. somehow. this particular one was a completely different species.
and so it grew up awkwardly.
while the borntosauruses matured in all their elegance with their long, slender necks, chomping on freaking coconut leaves... all the triceratop had to show for its outward maturation was the growing of horns and increasing size, chomping on...

unfortunately. before i can even contemplate the next line...
the triceratop has died of an internal wound to its heart.
but the tyranasaurus rexes had always assumed that its hard, 'armoured', garang exterior was inpenetrable. and while they would accompany the brontosauruses on their journey back home to the caves after a splash in the sea, they had always left the triceratop alone to navigate and topo its way back to checkpoint H.
when the triceratop died. they just assumed it was hibernating.

and so the triceratop became extinct.

(:

the thing about sensitivity.
it has as many advantages as it does disadvantages.

i realised im freaking easily pleased.
and touched.
by the smallest, weirdest things.
which then proceed to keep me up all night long.
resulting in a slightly cranky mood the next day.
til the cycle repeats itself.

dee if you're reading this you're missed!
hope all is well.

alcohol tastes like serious shit.

yesterday was good.
if you have daughters send them to mg.
there is some shit. but if you stay on the right path...
it's a damn freaking good education on life
and you meet the best people.
you can not meet up for 2/3 years and nothing changes.
for example.
the geniuses so are freaking knowledgeable and intelligent still remain quite the opposite in everyday life.
haa.

apparently judging from this morning's results. or lack thereof.
i might not be allergic to alcohol afterall.... dammit.
either it was too meagre an amount. (which is already a massive x 1000000000000000 understatement)
or. on that extremely eventful night 2-3 years ago,
manda and i were both having the same dream.

seriously. how do people drink this crap.
just dont get it.

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was looking at some photos just now...
kinda realised how damn shitty people become as we age and how much crappier the world is despite any illusions about the how we have matured with wisdom and emotional intelligence and whatever other delusions we might have.
it's just freaking disgusting.
all worries and concerns now are just so full of it.
things which made me sick.. make me even sicker.

it's not holding onto the past and refusing to let go...
it's more... going back and kinda just embracing that 'goodness' again.
suddenly everything that seemed to matter recently.. can just take a backseat.
you realise you cant just settle for the next best thing. just because.
there's gotta be something more than that.

i swear my sis was the cutest kid ever.
so.. hm. what happened huh.
and. wow.
how my bro's 'love and affection' for his siblings has changed

hehhh

having nothing to do.. makes one miserable.
it seems so different... dont know why.
is it the anatomy thing or what man.

i hate all these freaking retarded facades
and over dramaticism.
although i doubt there's such a word
but i dont care
im gonna spell as i like
and say things as simply as i like
coz im a simple person
dont need to put in all this flowery language
and all that shit.
seriously give me a break.

and nette..
i think i update you also dont know what im talking about right.
hahahaaaa.
nvm. we can discuss this again over a walk in ecp.
with emphasis being walk

gah

suddenly i just feel like punching someone.
bang bang bang.

im not terribly musically inclined.
but man. paul McCartney's "this never happened before"
i remember i first heard it during that film.. lakehouse
when reeves and bullock were dancing
and it's one of those songs which really arent that great..
and rather annoying at first
but then. it sticks in ur mind.
and now it's like. mind blowing.
and im talking like some bimbotic piece of crap.
but i dont care.
coz i just want to type.
type type type.
if i dont type i might punch someone.
so the former is definitely better.
right?
WRONG!

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im tired.
tired.
really.

it's been a very very interesting 5 weeks.
but im not going to really talk about it.
coz i dont like to talk about it.
there're so damn many grey areas
and when one is passionate about something..
those feelings are damn unexpressible. inexpressible?
is there every such a word?
gah i dont care.
im just tired.

this never happened before!!!!

and i might not be the most assertive person on earth...
but dont mess with me.
im not stupid.
if the situation calls for some eyeball digging..
I"LL DO IT. I SWEAR.

dont look back in anger!!!!!! i heard you say

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
get on with it WL....
*trip over snail
and stab self with bayonet.
and while we're on this topic... how the HELL do you lose a freaking bayonet?
MAN. i dont get it.

yes im gonna start a revolution from my bed!!!!!!!

here's to a blardy good week ahead.
let's all drink to that.
ya.
chocolate milk man.
freaking milkmaid choc milk.