Sometimes I touch things just to convince myself that my days aren’t just big fat dreams. Walls, rocks, barbed wire fences, water. Walls in particular. All these drawbacks in life; it gets tiring. Routine, you might even say. Sometimes it’s so unbelievably draining to a point where I wish that I am in fact dreaming and with one swift touch I’d wake up to another life.
One that’s flooded with joy and security. Or better yet, fat-free chocolate.The thing that bums me out the most is knowing that no matter how many times I check, I’ll still feel the wall -or anything basically- on my fingertips. It’s like one collosal wall right after the other. Each one a reminder of what’s real (this shitty shit) and what’s not (better shit).
Come here and let me give you some sugahhhhhh.
To the Roman Numbers we go: (i) Dearest Femmes had just gotten back from P.D for Ann's birthday celebration. Sounds like a lot of fun. And Ann sayang sounded like she had a blast too. Good for you love. Current mode : envy and soppy. MISS MY GIRLS SO DAMN BADLY. (ii) Netball team will be going to Penang Open on the 6th. Shit. I miss wiggling my ass with you girls. And I somehow can't wait for the next KARISMA. Just like the old times, you and me ili baby! (promise!) :) Oh, fear not. I'll be back soon and I'll come by the court and kick these fats out. Ili, major help in need. *insert panic* (iii) Hearing lesbian partner describing how hard the semester had been made me go all green again. I've just realized how much I've gained in this situation yet I lose just the same much. For better or for worse, fingers intertwined lads and lasses. (iv) Off to Chicago for a 3 days road trip. Ooh Laa Laa.
