Undeniably I have almost expertly master to control any urge for emotional ramblings. I have emotions. It's been happening so often that now it's sleekly turning into a perfect routine. Perfectly save to say, to paint shades of gray and black on a canvas is not what I want to remember when I re-read my posts. I want, God, NEONS? Hah.
I only let out a slight of repentance for being out of the real world and into the gray slash black unreal world lately. It's beginning to bore me. And others as well I believe. I no longer need to be a bore I believe. It sounds tragic, because if you knew me, I am not a tragic person. So as I bit my lip, tossed on the chair whilst still single-handedly compromising with my back ache, the mental block couldn't at a most stellar time. Yawn.
It's christmas today. (Insisted on writing that though it has nothing to do with what's next) Visited Grandmother at Shah Alam with le familia. Managed to sneak a quick mall parading session with Cousin L, to ease the bore and to release the negative forces beneath. Another parading session at the Curve with the whole group of King, Queen, Sister D, Sister M and also, Cousin L. We just have to have company. It used to be a tradition. Sleeping over and stuffs like that. It still is I suppose, after 19 years. Had dinner and headed home.
Day went well. Except for a little mini parasite-like mind intriguing issues that occurs once in awhile and causes the gray black canvas painting. Fear not however, calm has been restored I believe. Okay, maybe. Did you hear me snicker? Damn. I need sleep. Cheerios.
I'm in need of a sweet pleasure plus vengeance escapism. Throw me on an island and let me break free will you please?
I only let out a slight of repentance for being out of the real world and into the gray slash black unreal world lately. It's beginning to bore me. And others as well I believe. I no longer need to be a bore I believe. It sounds tragic, because if you knew me, I am not a tragic person. So as I bit my lip, tossed on the chair whilst still single-handedly compromising with my back ache, the mental block couldn't at a most stellar time. Yawn.
It's christmas today. (Insisted on writing that though it has nothing to do with what's next) Visited Grandmother at Shah Alam with le familia. Managed to sneak a quick mall parading session with Cousin L, to ease the bore and to release the negative forces beneath. Another parading session at the Curve with the whole group of King, Queen, Sister D, Sister M and also, Cousin L. We just have to have company. It used to be a tradition. Sleeping over and stuffs like that. It still is I suppose, after 19 years. Had dinner and headed home.
Day went well. Except for a little mini parasite-like mind intriguing issues that occurs once in awhile and causes the gray black canvas painting. Fear not however, calm has been restored I believe. Okay, maybe. Did you hear me snicker? Damn. I need sleep. Cheerios.
I'm in need of a sweet pleasure plus vengeance escapism. Throw me on an island and let me break free will you please?
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