This is my story...

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Ok I am damn bo liao. This is my friendster profile in case people who don't visit my friendster (anyways I don't think people visit my blog)

I am a thinking processor. I think the wrong things.

My mouth is full of shit. That is, I talk rubbish all day long. When it comes to serious and down to earth and sensitive matters, my mouth's stuck with those shit.

I still love to sleep. Nothing beats sleeping and going into dreamland, searching for solutions to remedy the next armaggedon, searching for answers to some stupid questions, searching everything but reality.

I've gotten really better over the past few months. I am beginning to love myself again, for being so damn noisy, stuck up, irritating and lazy.

I don't like to screw up people's lives, however I have my own life to go through too. Sometimes I wonder if procrastination brings about miracles and wonders eventually.
Someone asked what happens if you realise that you just have another day to live? It may sound like a joke but it is possible.

I will knock on your door to look for you, to say the things which I never dared to say, into your eyes I see, the vision which you view in me, and I will whisper into your ears, telling you that I've never regretted knowing you at the first place, never regretted to look for the brighter side of my life through you.

Never had I before feel this way until you came into my life. In my wonderful dreamland I dreamt of us being together forever.. If the pathway you took to enter my life is permenant, then dreams will come true.

Eventually, it's all but reality, nothing comes without effort, possible it may seems, impossible it may also deem.

I just want you to be the other part of my life eventually.

Just stuff which popped up into my head. Whatever.

Rambled by kaSh at 3:29 am