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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Thursday, December 6, 2007
It's yet another day in my life.
Another day, another dollar. Another chunk of a finite and probably irreplaceable life.
Like pictures flashing past the window of a moving train, I wonder if there is ever an end, and if there was why were all the other passengers rushing towards it. Sometimes, pictures say a thousand words, but sometimes only words can craft a picture of perfection.
It's all just too mundane, too safe. What happened to all those pictures?As they change and flicker past to disappear into the horizon behind, I don't feel changed in any way. Am I supposed to be?
Oh, and I bought my books today. They were heavy.
And, I have no idea why I wrote the first paragraph.
Oh, and below is a shot at an emo rant or whatever. It's not exactly Lit RA but...
Gotta finish in 10 minutes though, because my shows going to start.
Everyone's talking.
Everyone's laughing.
But no one hears me.
I try to speak, but the moment I try another outburst silences me.
They look at me, expecting me to laugh at whatever joke they said.
It's just strange. One moment you're talking and laughing, the next you're just...thinking.
I look at the faces around me. They seem unfamiliar, oddly distorted.
It's like they're strangers again.
The bus slows to a stop. One of these people bid their farewells and go.
But the others have already forgotten him. Within minutes he is just another face in the crowd, another stranger on the street, another person to give a friendly nod to without knowing him at all.
I wonder why.
But then I remember.
I must have missed my stop.
Woohoo it's just right...my shows starting now!
And if you don't get the story thingiy it's supposed to be quite cheem so... yeah.
Byes.
9:43 PM
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