emo-nemo random thoughts.

emo-nemo random thoughts.


skip this, read the zouk post below.





"if you're gone" by matchbox twenty has been going on repeat at itunes for the twentieth time. supposedly i am feeling down now cause i have too much adrenaline pumped up yesterday, and now with the endorphins welling up, there has to be some form of outlet to release them. supposedly.

the clicking of the keyboards are somewhat comforting but sometimes all you need is someone to reply your i.ms or call you up. i am ruling texts out cause the people who are able to do these are all overseas and i cannot afford to reply texts due to the bitch of a standard line my mummy made me use after my brother lost his phone and we got a replacement sim card and so i have to use the line since no one can and it has to be used.

i think i want to go to sentosa like right now. and no, not taman sentosa as in the damn housing district where i am bloody stuck in. getting oh-so vulgar. and who shall care? beaches in the night are generally better. i cant say the same for bitches.

"the girl from ipanema" by nat king cole is making me swing alittle side to side. damn i love the trumpets. hello is this some form of happiness the devil spotted. yadah yadah, now fort minor sings fucks in "remember the name". you know i dont listen to "i will follow you into the dark" by death cab anymore cause it reminds me of somebody - one of the many on my "Dismay" list. told'ya i have a list (both mental and physical) for everything.

G is talking to me. and i am teasing her.

can i be a better person please? you think market value suggests ego boost. generally, yes. but it gets bothersome when you reflect cause they are not what you want and booo. you dream about what you want. then you become the stalker and it's so ironical cause here you are rejecting and there you are getting rejected. somewhat. we play double roles in life at the same moment.

wow wow deep thoughts spiralling me into emotional dark abyss. i miss this about me. sometimes light thoughts dont get you through anything.

okay you know why clubs attracts? people go in, have a night of meaningless flirt and then leave feeling all ego-boosted. i mean, you dont necessary go on getting to know the cuties who danced with you. which means you dont need to find out that he's afterall just another pretty face without that intellect charm you desire in guys. sometimes meaningless is good for the soul too.


i feeel better.



i said "have no idea" when someone asked me if i had ever broken somebody's heart so bad he/she wanted to commit suicide. thanks for over-estimating my charm, but i believe i am usually the one getting all fucked up.





my problem is i tend to want to get an overload of the thing i like and then grow bored of it due to saturation.






xoxo.