i still believe.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
the alarm goes off and the next thing i felt, was the bad sore throat + running nose. i guess i was infected by the flu he was carrying. bad germs.. bad bad germs.
i have the sudden urge for retail therapy. my current favourite bag cant seems to store my things, in place. my bag is getting heavier. andy sacastically suggests he get me a backpack. i forget when's the last time i carried one anyway. on weekdays i stick to just one bag because i have too many barangs barangs which i cant leave my house without. i browse through and the chanel caught my eyes instantly. oh welllssss...
sometimes i felt a rush of lost-ness. it doesnt seems like a crossroad but a sense of lost. i mean practically i have things lining up for me to do and complete. goals waiting for me.
like you stand in the middle of the crowd, and watched the world swing past. its scary to feel that. no, i did not stone but literally stand there. the worst was you didnt know what's the bottomline. i looked around my unfamiliar world, to myself.
i asked if its worth stretching out my hand. i am tired. too tired. they dont understand how tough at times it is for me. i hate the trying. i hate the imperfect perfect.
i wished, almost secretly, i would close my eyes and forever.