people always say

you believe what you want to believe.

stark truth.

top form

is the word. california gurls.... oh oh oh oh oh~~

on a high from 2 cans of coke and pepsi combined, one cup of tea, and one cup of iced latte. THANKS ARH.

(:

i feel

like banging my head against the wall. Just because.

My prophecy earlier in the year came true.

i hate myself already. i looked back on my earlier posts, clarity ran through the entire thread. what runs through me now is a mixture of confusion, regret and DISGUST. can i say that with a capital D pls?

on another note, the sunday afternoon was salvaged. but that's just about it.

get out. get away. run for the freaking hills. all the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...

xoxo

rush of blood to the brain. stop.

time.

and it repeats again. bum bum bum bum bum.

whee.

need to stop. beyond.

why does

shit happen to people at random times?

i can't sleep.

sleep-induced stupor

has my eyes glazing over, like a good sung vase.

dead.

tired.

sure sign of ... yikes

pls don't even remind me.

great expectations

yoz. extremely tired... tgif always ends up as tgis. thank goodness is saturday so i can crash... iam always super unproductive on saturdays (and sundays) for that matter.

how interesting.

thoughts jumping randomly. expectations at present: nil. rationality always prevails. idealism is present in the form of dull aches, that fade with time.

who needs idealism when pragmatism feeds you? no indeed.

for that one

moment you actually think you're blinded, and the next everything's just crystal clear.

i seriously need more of such moments of enlightenment. kazah. parents are back tomorrow morning. sis and i contemplated picking them up at an ungodly time of 5am but decided against it. sleep is more impt.

welcome back, parents. hope the house isn't too much of a mess for you guys. :D

no title.

They who believe that a woman is not enough to make a man equally happy all the twenty-four hours of a day have never known a Henriette...Having read a great deal and having natural taste, Henriette judged rightly of everything.

—Giacomo Casanova on Henriette, 1749

I am pleased to know that you are in good health, that you are stout and that you have a good appetite and sleep well...Full of confidence in your friendship, I am, and always will be, your true and sincere friend.

—Francesca Buschina to Casanova, 5th October 1787

"Of the countless, faceless women he ever knew, only two he remembered. One stole his heart and the other earned his friendship. Although Henriette was his first great love, Francesca was his last enduring confidant."

my brain

hurts.