Sunday, September 17, 2006

Haven't got a lot to learn and my eyes they stray again
Looking for a satellite in the rays of heaven again
There's no other ending, Sunday sun
Yesterday's are ending, Sunday sun

Jealous minds walk in a line and their faces jade the strain
Stranded in infinity rooms and they're safe from any harm
There's no other ending, Sunday sun
Yesterday's are mending, Sunday sun


:: Sunday Sun - beck


something quite odd happened this evening. i was singing no doubt's spiderwebs in my rm, my door wide open. then karol shout's frm her rm oi change song already lah! so i start a spastic grunge-y version of the elmo song. all this while i am sitting on the edge of my bed, preparing my daily dose of calcium and glucosamine. then out of nowhere, this guy jonathan walks past my rm and totally catches me off guard. as if i don't already find him awkward enough to begin with, he looks at me slightly bemused, what you doing? WAH- stun tiok. i mean i do realise tt when i sing loudly or do stupid things, there are bound to be pple around but they don't usually catch me off guard like tt and for once, i actually felt embarrassed (<-- there! tt's the odd thing!). before i could react, wanling walks out of her rm, stands beside jonathan and looks quizzically at the pill bottles in my head. wah you taking wat medicine? i managed a duno HAHA wo3 feng1 le4, before i started laughing and didn't stop till 10 mins later. HAHAHHAA FUCK I KENA MALU SIAL HAHAHHA HAHAHHA. and i had to write this down because tt has got to be the oddest sensation i've felt this whole week.

could tt be why i'm feeling so lethargic now? perhaps the enormity of such a novel feeling is taking its toll on my body. i can't seem to keep my eyes open.


and we've become more conscious of ourselves, haven't we? what are you getting out of this? is it making you feel better? cos i can tell you, baby, it's not working for me. "so why did you call? i mean it's not like it's routine or anything." and since when have i gone consistently by rule and routine? and i get frustrated because you always ask me questions i don't know the answers to. and then you don't like it when i say i dunno.

:: Love Somebody - robbie williams

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