Come Back

I can wait, I don't have a problem with waiting. Ask me to sit at a bus-stop with nothing but my shoelaces to play with and I won't hate you. I might be slightly worried about you, but that's about it.
But I don't see the point. If I'm not needed, I'll leave, really. I don't want to intrude in your life, because, really, who am I to do that?
Yea, I'll be crushed, but so what. I'll deal. Maybe I won't, but I'll find a way. Don't you worry about me so much. Hey, you know what? Whatever makes you happy, whatever rocks your boat, whatever gets you up. If I can't give you your ya-ya's then, please don't ask me to stay.

Forgive me if I sound bitter, I'm not being bitter, I just want you to know.
Love is not for the weak-hearted but I can hardly call myself strong.
I don't mean any harm by saying all this, but I must say it, must speak now or forever hold my peace. Besides, I've never been able to hide from you. Run, perhaps. But I always come back. I hope you will too.

Where did you go? I miss you so. It seems like forever, since you've been gone.

Small thing

Hello all. The little man ain't sleepin' yet and it's 3.58am. Before I get any yelling, let me just say that I had more than enough sleep today, so I think it's justifiable that I'm still cheerfully awake. Well, I don't know how cheerful, seeing as I'm alone in my room and I can't test out my cheerfulness, but you get it.

About the whole Valentines Day being overrated thing, enough is enough. Yes, everybody knows that items are ridiculously overpriced and fancy restaurants become a no-no for those with hole in their pockets, but so what?
So you wanna pamper the one you love, so what? Let them do it, for Pete's sake. I don't condone buying things to show your love, but it doesn't kill you either. Yes, it's the thought that counts, of course it is, but admit it already. A tiny part of you rejoices at the mere thought of going somewhere expensive for dinner. A small part of your being yearns to get beautiful flowers from your special someone. And why the hell not? It's nice. I'm not going to pretend that I don't like it.

Yes, of course these things shouldn't only occur on Valentines Day, I get that too, but if it does, so be it.

It's easier said than done to wave away the luxuries, it's another thing to not stare wistfully at it. Let me tell you something. I spent a good portion of my life without it. And I'm absolutely fine. But when I was able to experience it, I liked it. I liked being pampered. I liked being spoilt silly .
Call it whatever you like: materialistic, gold-digger etc. I'm not saying that I expect it all the time, or if it doesn't happen, I'll be absolutely crushed. I'm just saying I find it really nice. So spending a ludicrous amount of money on Valentines Day (or any regular day) ain't no sin to me.

Having said that, these are the small, teeny things in life that make almost no difference. If I had a lover who took me out to a fancy dinner but couldn't even be there for me when I needed him, then I'd be crushed. Those are the big things in life. Okay, people?

Go indulge and list all the lovely small things you like.
Wee.

Montage

Heya.
I've been in a daze the whole day. Don't worry, nothing bad happened. It's just that I slept at 7 and got up about four hours later.

This is my first post from the brand-new, shiny, pretty Acer laptop. I am liking it very much. I've pretty much been glued to the screen and locked in my room. It feels unhealthy though. Ack. And it's only been two days. Anyway, the only thing I don't like about this rectangle-shaped wonder is the fact that its' sound quality sucks. When I say sucks, I actually mean...sucks big time. All my awesome songs sound like the bands are playing live but with really bad feedback and horrible speakers. Oh, and no audience.
Oh well, I'll deal.

You get two guesses for the other reason I can't get enough of this baby. It's pretty much the best way for me to communicate with my favourite one. You were supposed to guess, eh.

Why have I been in a daze. I've been thinking too much. If I didn't tell you this before, let me tell you again. Thinking gets you nowhere. Nofreakin'where. If you were to ask me what exactly it is that I've been thinking about, I wouldn't be able to answer you.
You know how it is when you're right about to fall asleep, and it's like you're seeing a montage of pictures; like a dream that's on fast forward? Kinda like that. Except I'm not even sure what I'm looking at.

Perhaps I need sleep. I woke up today with what felt like one bitch of a hangover. Here's the catch; I didn't drink last night.
Nyahaha.

I'm such a funny little man.

Happy Hundreth

Yes. It is my 100th post and it will be like any other post. We'll see at the end.

Note to everybody- (a little late, sorry) I got my 012 number back so please call/sms your number to me if you haven't already. All your numbers are gone. GONE! So if you intend to continue keeping in contact (I don't see why not!), please contact me, thanks.

Here is some fantastical news- I just got my laptop. Wee. You will see me online in the twilight hours of the night. You have been warned. I will bug you if the need arises. You have been warned.

I had a presentation for Pubic Speaking yesterday (I can see you cracking up Syar), it was Informative Speech, so thank the heavens I didn't have to crap of the top of my head. But I still screwed it up (of course you would!); I went too fast and read too much from my 'script'. But in all fairness, there was alot of legal aspects in my speech and you know how complex those clauses are. I chose Sexual Discrimination at the Workplace and I had to mention the Equal Pay Act! Had. To. Well, I had major fun researching for the topic (no, I am not being sarcastic). Susan Faludi is my new heroine. Read her book called Backlash, you will be disgusted with the American Government. And men. But tell me, who isn't disgusted by men. (I can hear you yelling 'Sexist pig!' and 'Man-hater!' but I really don't care). I love one man so he ain't counted. Only sometimes. Nyahaha. I'm kidding. (That's cause he's my little boy). (I can hear cries of "paedophile!" now).

Anyway, I am getting new glasses in two weeks and I looke like the Supreme Overlord King of all Nerds so I love them. So did Mom but she's just happy that nobody's going to want to boink me anymore. Works for me just fine. I hope you know what I meant by boink. If you didn't, come spend 2 hours with me, you'll be an expert on the topic. (No I am not offering to boink you,emotional clove writer, I will just tell you dirty jokes is all).

Should I be doing some kind of special flashback thing because it's my 100th post?
Better yet, I shall tell you what I've been nostalgic about. You wouldn't believe it:

School.

Yea, that's right. In some ways, I am still mourning over the fact that I never really bothered to make the effort to fit in. That too for stupid reasons. Those who went to high school with me will know (all too well). I am aware that I've made this abundantly clear but the nostalgia has been hitting hard (it does that sometimes) these past few days. I see my brother go to school and I wish I was him (except that I would not have chosen to go to an international school). Life was so wonderfully simple, it was me who made it obnoxiously complicated. I blame Evanescence sometimes (have you read their lyrics, I mean, geez woman, stop with the self-pity already!). But no, all jokes aside, I am the only person to blame for it. That's probably why I love college now (at most times, despite the fact that I dislike my major) and I want to enjoy every minute of it because this time next year I'll be in...

Perth.

In some ways, I can't wait. In another way, I don't want to leave home. I don't know what I'll do without everything and everyone here.

(To my dear- I am so happy because I know you'll be there to make it easier for me. Thank you for considering me in your future, it means alot to me).

So, to all the people that I love, help me enjoy my last year here. I'll pay you if you don't do it willingly. Hah. You wish. Well, I want to see everybody as much as possible, if it's not too much to ask for.

Hint- If you take me to a bookstore, I will never forget you. Or Toys R Us (I've recently developed a strange attachment to that place; especially with the stuffed dogs).

I'm kidding, take me anywhere and spend time with me. I'm easy to please.

I'm off, cheers!
Here's to a hundred more. (OH NO!)

Bring It On Moron

I doubt anything else could go wrong these days, this explains why I'm unusually chirpy. *Cheep cheep*

Hi all, it's been awhile (breaks into song of same name-you know the one by Staind, or was it Staid?).

Here is the most recent update.

My handbag (other right hand, after Payal, of course) was stolen today.

Here's the catch.

It's my bloody fault. Ahhh, confession is good. Try it. Yea it truly is my fault. Long story short, I left my precious unattended for about (maximum) 15 minutes (SCREAM: MILAN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!) and when I came back.......

It was gone.
(Well, really, how did you think that sentence would have ended?)

Here's another catch. It's more like a lump in the throat, voice-catch kinda thing.

I'm in denial about this whole freakin' thing.
And I'm not talking about the handbag.

I have been positively ignoring the fact that Monday is coming.
I am SO good at this. Maybe I should have a class.
KIDS COME LEARN THE ART OF DENIAL!

I bet I'd make millions. And I really need that kind of money (yo, who doesn't?) because the fudger took all of it. Along with my pretty sunglasses. And Body Shop lip balm. Should I continue or you get the picture kiddos?


Something else is bothering me. Eating, eating and eating away at me. If you care, please wait til tomorrow when I get my 012 number back so you can call me and I can sob it out to you.
Nyahahaha.
Yes by the way I'll be reachable only by tomorrow. Sorry.
To Syar- sorry I bailed out on you.
To Payal- sorry I haven't seen you in awhile. I miss you.

To everybody else- Thanks for ...everything.

Emo. You would say.