Tuesday, July 24, 2007

it was a relatively good day up till now, even though i was really tired. saw some optimism through literature which like always is interesting and chem remedial, where i nailed the story telling question. haha. i m the sort who gets that sense of fulfilment quite easily.

anyway. extremely annoyed, pissed, frustrated, helpless, discouraged. at parents who are just bloody shitheads.

u know to me, when something falls to pieces and its really precious to me. i would do my utmost best to stick it back. i would do my best to restore it to its former glory if not better. i wanna make sure that if it were sold at a resale price, it would fetch more than anything else in the shop. cus it means alot to me and i wanna value add to it. and let it be a testimony that wadever was broken could be repaired and a testimony that care, love, concern, dedication could conquer all. unless of cos this precious thing had a life of its own and just had this habit of getting itself broken. haha. but an ordinary vase cant be alive right. stop kidding around nictan.

more often than not, its not about not wanting to repair it, but rather, u dunnno how to. but no matter wad, its still precious to me. but someone, someway, somehow, i wish i could fix.

angsty music! linkin park!! rarr! kinda interesting, mirrors moods, scream scream scream, den cry and go all silent. oh wells. the human psyche.

i think i know how emilia feels in terms of her "training" from Iago. just that my circumstance has no intent. dabbling with the emotional side of mine and others. probably why i m so insightful. haha. at least something good comes out of that. and perhaps i shud be thankful for these little things.

|cowpoo| 10:06 PM|

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