back on saturday night.
Pitchblack was a dissapointment the search continues for an alternative venue.
The rest of the week is jam packed with events.
With all the money that is being pumped in…i better feel like i’m 21.
went for a bit of retail therapy picking up food at the singapore food fair and books at the MPH book sale.
Picked up Freaknomics, Sisterhood of Travelling Pants and Michael Moore is a Big Fat Stupid White Man. Would have picked up more if i had more than 1 hour to shop on the LAST DAY. Endless rolls of books all with the words “international bookseller” on them how’s a virtual book virgin like me to choose ( i remember how to read its just been a loong time – my excuse). Oh and tk picked up a book which is basically a playlist of the most hippiest music you can find, a book of top 100 shitty jobs and a book of neurological diseases and psychiatric disorders (ain’t that right?). I should have known about it earlier *slaps himself*
I’m starting to feel silly and i dunno whether i should laugh or cry this issue is basically a non-starter and i’m throwing a hissy fit. really shows how much i have matured.
I got a hard disk covered.
you nubcakes are gonna have to think of something else 🙂
give you a hint. rbtskooa
I’m sorry it took so long to get this out. But i couldn’t let you read this, not that night as we were still talking.
Before you revisted me i thought i had closed this chapter in my life. but you just had to appear again didn’t you. you woke me from my quiet reverie at a time when i was feeling the most emotionally vulnerable and for the first time in months i felt more alive than i had ever been. But these moments, sweet as they are, are evil when they are gone.
And just this once i’m sorry i can’t be your best friend/your go to guy. i have to be selfish and think of myself this time because it already hurts so much inside and i can’t be the nice guy all the time.
For once you have a real shot at something nice and i can tell you have an attachment for this guy. He may not be like me but he has endeared himself to you in his own ways and i don’t want to ruin it. I just wished i could have been a part of your happiness don’t blame me for feeling so.
things at work have been very tense lately and it all began with, as such situations always do, with a small petty thing like adolescent love (i’m too old to use that word *cough* *cough*). surprisingly it wasn’t mine. but one thing led to another, and now i just wish things would return back to normal.