i'd get cosy with you in a minute. if you'd just ask.

i'd get cosy with you in a minute.

if you'd just ask.

i do not want to be irresponsible with my words, cause you'll never know who comes across this space.

it scares me sometimes to know how people hurt one another, unknowingly. i am not saying i am a saint who protected everybody's feelings. no one can ever do that. i just dont intentionally break somebody's Y. and that's good enough in the current world.

but alas, i feel myself losing control more and more each time. every time i find myself leaning closer, smiling or laughing, my heart swelling. then it snaps back to what i am leading myself and the other into. because i know my mind and heart will change their direction in just a snap of the finger or blink of an eye. i know.

the night brings all these nonsense out of me. Adele is not helping either; her songs are phenomenon. not necessarily taking my mind off things, but just letting it space out and have its fill of imaginations and whirring. if i could sit on the marble chairs at the cold platform of Dhoby Ghaut right now, i might just sort the world's complexity out, if i had my mind on it.

even though it's two plus, my brother's still at his anime on cable, without mummy knowing. i havent got anything to lose, hols are still in session, and it'll be till sunday night after the clock hits midnight and cinderella's carriage turns into a pumpkin.

let's just say, prince charmings arent involved in any of my fairytales right now. and, poor cinderella cannot keep her glass slippies cause that part is the highlight of the magic. unbreakable glass, even with all the tapping and stomping of her enormous athlete's feet. nobody's perfect, what do you expect. she has nice boobs and ass, and a pretty face, naturally something has to go wrong for her.

polyvore.com (click please) is getting more and more addictive. i bet peipei'll love it too! but i am getting seemingly annoyed. i think it's my wonked-out body clock.

first, i cant sleep before four. then i cant sleep less than twelve hours. and again, i cant wake up before eleven. it's just not right. i need to book some presidential suite and have my kickass party soon. that's all i can think about after the Orchard Parade field trip today.

xoxo.