routine
what is the best way to forget about your worries? i think people deal with them very differently... it is when a person doesnt deal with it, then it becomes a worry... forgive me for such gobbledegup... not meaning to be vague... i am vague arent i.... i hate it sometimes... i think it is one of my best (managing to avoid answering questions) and worst characteristics (when the questoineer gets frustrated because he or she does not get straight answers) ... well at least to those not very close to me...
someone once asked me... how can you be so public and yet so private at the same time?
well the answer lies with my big family. 11 altogether. 6 boys 3 girls. somehow, you have to find your own space in that crampy little apartment (its not that cramped, really. but when you have 11 in the family... you get the drift) ... so where was i, o yeah, crampy little apartment... so you find your own space, up in the head...
henceforth, can anyone understand why i choose to keep things to myself? is it an act of selfishness? it is just me... it is like asking a girl, why do you buy so many shoes? there is no reason, i was just built that way... nurtured by the environment that i lived in... am still living in... at least in my head...
ok ... daily routine...
now that i am sort of living in felicia's apartment...
morning- writing, usually about two hours... random writing... brainstorming ideas...
afternoon- after lunch, swimming... healthy lifestyle... at least 10 laps...
evening - off to work
night - free time...
o my god, that sounds just like national service... dont get me wrong... i loved the time... but to get stuck to such routine... this is bad...
speaking about things in my head, since i dont have my guitar with me, Stevie Wonder's Overjoyed has been playing in my head...
well those last days with her, eliminating the sucky feeling, was exactly how i felt... overjoyed.. (jamie doesnt like Stevie's lyrics) ... never felt that way since Miss Kumagaya came to my life..
other than that, being in Felicia's place makes me appreciate the simple fact that Ram is simply annoying... two faced untrustworthy son of a gay ass bitch liar... there i have said it! but i pity my other housemate... Salih Fakier of Botswana...
you know what, singaporeans are so hopeless when it comes to personal relationships, yes i am afraid, that includes me... i am trying my best... i just hope i dont disappoint myself...
missing you...still...
and yes you too Aadilah...
someone once asked me... how can you be so public and yet so private at the same time?
well the answer lies with my big family. 11 altogether. 6 boys 3 girls. somehow, you have to find your own space in that crampy little apartment (its not that cramped, really. but when you have 11 in the family... you get the drift) ... so where was i, o yeah, crampy little apartment... so you find your own space, up in the head...
henceforth, can anyone understand why i choose to keep things to myself? is it an act of selfishness? it is just me... it is like asking a girl, why do you buy so many shoes? there is no reason, i was just built that way... nurtured by the environment that i lived in... am still living in... at least in my head...
ok ... daily routine...
now that i am sort of living in felicia's apartment...
morning- writing, usually about two hours... random writing... brainstorming ideas...
afternoon- after lunch, swimming... healthy lifestyle... at least 10 laps...
evening - off to work
night - free time...
o my god, that sounds just like national service... dont get me wrong... i loved the time... but to get stuck to such routine... this is bad...
speaking about things in my head, since i dont have my guitar with me, Stevie Wonder's Overjoyed has been playing in my head...
well those last days with her, eliminating the sucky feeling, was exactly how i felt... overjoyed.. (jamie doesnt like Stevie's lyrics) ... never felt that way since Miss Kumagaya came to my life..
other than that, being in Felicia's place makes me appreciate the simple fact that Ram is simply annoying... two faced untrustworthy son of a gay ass bitch liar... there i have said it! but i pity my other housemate... Salih Fakier of Botswana...
you know what, singaporeans are so hopeless when it comes to personal relationships, yes i am afraid, that includes me... i am trying my best... i just hope i dont disappoint myself...
missing you...still...
and yes you too Aadilah...
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Friday, January 07, 2005 at 2:33 am.
Skip It and Leave Some!
