Monday, October 01, 2007
- the perfect words -
Words. My blog has been just words lately. The lack of comments seem like a quiet change. I do love comments. But no comments make me feel like I can quietly blog to myself or something. So words it shall be.
Yesterday I went to the Playaz Ball, Joe performance. Sadly it was a one hour performance, but apparantly he was supposed to be up there for two. SO. It has come to this. Metros, on a Sunday night! Well. The music was actually better than usual. The crowd was quite the mixture. The company was quite an experience. Although I wish I had my friends with me when all the good songs came on. I felt so lonely singing them while the guys were just making fun of everyone.
I really need to stop with the redbull drinks, they frickin' wake me up in the middle of the night and keep me up ALL FKN night. terrible stuff. But then.. they were free. Who am I to complain?
Do you ever get that feeling of expressing something, but you don't know the right way to do it? It's like, I will do whatever I always do, and if I don't get the response I want, then maybe I'm not conveying myself properly? But maybe, I am doing the right thing, the response that I want just isn't wanted to be given. So maybe, I got it all wrong in the first place. So maybe, I'm just talking rubbish. So maybe, I should just forget the whole thing?
Or maybe, I ignored something I shouldn't have. Oh damnit. It was there, in my face, and I didn't respond either. A comment which I had no response to because there was nothing in my mind except the thought of..
And again with the rubbish talk. About what if's and what not's.
This week is MultiCultural Week and we have Noelle's talent night and Spring feast to look forward to.
aja aja hwaiting!
P.s. China day.. 1st October, 1949...
Yesterday I went to the Playaz Ball, Joe performance. Sadly it was a one hour performance, but apparantly he was supposed to be up there for two. SO. It has come to this. Metros, on a Sunday night! Well. The music was actually better than usual. The crowd was quite the mixture. The company was quite an experience. Although I wish I had my friends with me when all the good songs came on. I felt so lonely singing them while the guys were just making fun of everyone.
I really need to stop with the redbull drinks, they frickin' wake me up in the middle of the night and keep me up ALL FKN night. terrible stuff. But then.. they were free. Who am I to complain?
Do you ever get that feeling of expressing something, but you don't know the right way to do it? It's like, I will do whatever I always do, and if I don't get the response I want, then maybe I'm not conveying myself properly? But maybe, I am doing the right thing, the response that I want just isn't wanted to be given. So maybe, I got it all wrong in the first place. So maybe, I'm just talking rubbish. So maybe, I should just forget the whole thing?
Or maybe, I ignored something I shouldn't have. Oh damnit. It was there, in my face, and I didn't respond either. A comment which I had no response to because there was nothing in my mind except the thought of..
And again with the rubbish talk. About what if's and what not's.
This week is MultiCultural Week and we have Noelle's talent night and Spring feast to look forward to.
aja aja hwaiting!
P.s. China day.. 1st October, 1949...
-{ missing you 10/01/2007 02:02:00 pm }-