Sunday, July 08, 2007
listening to: alala by CSS
put into many awkward, if not amusing, situations tonight. meeting up with many friends of the past, many people i vaguely knew. got to know them that little bit more tonight. then i migrated to the other side of brunei where the situations once more became a show of rinse and repeat.
"...i know you?!"
oops. i really must keep track. memory fails me at both the worst and best of times and despite the lack of sense this is making, i personally get what i'm saying. now, whether you get what i'm saying or not doesn't matter. nyeh nyeh.
but seriously. for such a teenytinyittybitty country, you'd think i'd be able to remember the people i meet. i once got told i should start listening more. okay, that's a lie.. it was more than once. i think now it's time to put that advice into action.
enjoyable little twitters and chatters as we laugh about the not-so-silly. uneasy laughter as we try to create an interesting topic that eases the discomfort of knowing you're being talked about as a pair. it's a funny situation considering the private (which means fuck you all, i'm not going to tell you what i was thinking) little ideas and considerations that were bouncing about in that thick thick skull of mine.
opening up the possibilities tonight, my opportunities appear to be improving yet standards will not decrease, finicky behaviour will not ebb to a low level and my anal retentiveness about certain issues and 'claims to fame' will not disappear. my slight lack of luck in these situations and predicaments when its about this sort of thing had better not go into overdrive or i will scream my ovaries out.
i'm on a diet called starvation. time to call the gym bunny and get a-working.
the sister arrives back today. what an interesting quagmire i will be placed in. fascist-nating. i was planning to go all out and make the room squeaky clean for her but as i lack the time and effort and energy to do all that, she'll have to live with moderately and actually quite cosy clean. don't worry, i'm sure she can ransack my closet to take her mind off the boredom of brunei. that boredom hasn't seem to hit me during these holidays though so lets hope for both our sakes, the same happens to her.
no really. i swear, the gym is a must for tomorrow. and again, a rather obscure and slightly illiterate post. god, i fudging hate periods. there's no connection between that and the former, by le way.
