its ok when we remove ourselves.. its when we are removed that we resent detachment.
no, i am not emo.
i just have a couple of things on my mind that i dont know how to say that i guess sometimes its just easier to say it here.
i dont have weekend plans (for possibly the first weekend in a long time) and i dont know what to do with it!
yes, yes, tomorrow's suppose to be family time but i think the most we'd do is just to watch a movie together at night.
that means i get some me time.
i might actually get to catch up on sleep (i hope)
and i wonder if i'd get bored enough to clear up my whole room, study, put up my new poster (oh yes, i got a poster..)
this.
oh god, sometimes i really feel like such a tool!
come on.. can my room be any more.. 'rojak-ed'?!
an antique wardrobe, bookshelf and dresser, a contemporary study table that has an imac and a lap top topped up with a set of kick ass speakers (yea, yea, i dont do any studying there..) a bed with a simple looking side table (i reckon this is the most normal looking part of the room) part of my wall filled with some pictures of the loved ones ( awwwww ..! *rolls eyes* ) not to mention that my dresser is filled with jewelry, jewelry, jewelry and more jewelry.. and oh, yes, makeup which i never use.
and now i have that kiss poster to add to my 'parental advisory' one.
ugh.
if anyone walked into my room.. they'd think that i suffer from multiple personalities.
and i wont blame them.
oh fuck.
my head isnt here anymore.
i'd like to think that normally i'd be able to write an understandable blog post.. and now, i fail to do just that.
there goes my form of theraphy.. along with the rest of my sanity, or whats left of it anyway.
*
"when the music fades,
all is stripped away,
and i simply come
longing just to bring
something thats of worth"
xoxo
you know you love me
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