I think sometimes I wish I actually enjoyed the taste of alchohol.
Then I could get drunk and stuff.
Yeah, I'd just like to get drunk just to see what it feels like.
Though the risk of addiction, coupled with the hangover and terrible taste seems to offset the benefits by far.
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Dear blog, I can't tell you everything. But I certainly wish I could.
I can't keep a diary.
If I kept it with me, like my wallet, handphones and my earphones, I would lose it eventually.
If I kept it at home, in my room, someone would find it eventually.
It might also get lost, just as my songwriting books have gone on occasion.
If I kept it on my laptop, it would die when my laptop dies.
The only possibility is cyberspace.
Also, whats the point of writing out something if no one else is going to read it?
Sigh.
I could write posts like these and never publish them.
But there's something I don't like about that.
Sigh.
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The elements seem to conspire against me.
I mean, the day I start to like her, is the day he engages her in long conversation.
At least this isn't going anywhere and I'm sort of okay with it.
Not for now, but in the long term.
HECK YOU DON'T KNOW HER YOU EMOTIONAL FOOL.
True. It still sucks.
Yeah.
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One in twenty four - Monday, December 5, 2011 @ 12:55 AM
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One in twenty four - Monday, December 5, 2011 @ 12:55 AM
I think sometimes I wish I actually enjoyed the taste of alchohol.
Then I could get drunk and stuff. Yeah, I'd just like to get drunk just to see what it feels like. Though the risk of addiction, coupled with the hangover and terrible taste seems to offset the benefits by far. ************************************************************************ Dear blog, I can't tell you everything. But I certainly wish I could. I can't keep a diary. If I kept it with me, like my wallet, handphones and my earphones, I would lose it eventually. If I kept it at home, in my room, someone would find it eventually. It might also get lost, just as my songwriting books have gone on occasion. If I kept it on my laptop, it would die when my laptop dies. The only possibility is cyberspace. Also, whats the point of writing out something if no one else is going to read it? Sigh. I could write posts like these and never publish them. But there's something I don't like about that. Sigh. ***************************************************** The elements seem to conspire against me. I mean, the day I start to like her, is the day he engages her in long conversation. At least this isn't going anywhere and I'm sort of okay with it. Not for now, but in the long term. HECK YOU DON'T KNOW HER YOU EMOTIONAL FOOL. True. It still sucks. Yeah. ******************************************************* |
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