damn this aching neck
ahh just returned from siglap's haagen daz for my dose of ice-cream..midnight cookies and cream is my official favourite!!XD ugh sg idol's really quite a flop compared to its american counterpart.well... this is singapore.whaddya expect? but there're, nonetheless, quite a number of favourites! i'm particularly fond of jonathan, rahima and joakim!!heehee joakim is pretty much challenged vocally,i must admit. but who gives?he looks soooo good.. -swoons-
y'know... i realize that as much as blogging provides me with an amazingly stress-relieving platform to give vent,i dun come clean with how i really feel. heh maybe it's just me.i can't seem to allow people to enter my realm of thoughts. i keep too many things to myself. call me insecure, but i really can't see myself sharing innermost thoughts with anyone. well ok,maybe really really close friends.i guess everyone has a part of them they shut off from all others. yup that's why i keep a diary, which is unbelievably therapeutic.
argh sometimes i get so tired with my life (or rather with what it might hold for me).i know it sounds troubling/depressing, but nah,it's nothing serious. just that...... hmmm truth is, i dunno either. oh i think i'm starting to fill out quite nicely into the stereotype of troubled, identity-searching, woe-ridden, self-piteous teen. except that i'm less of a teen now. gosh it suddenly dawned on me that i'll be turning into a 'young adult' soon. -horrors- i still feel so, so much like a kid inside. it's hard to believe, really.
-rubs neck vigorously- aw damn my neck is such a BOTHER.it's like... a rotten mesh of disjointed bones, bruised nerves and tired flesh.yuck. i need to seriously give it a hard,decisive yank and put an end to my 8 month misery=((
Sometimes I wish I could throw all my inhibitions to the wind, all my restraints aside and all my problems to the gutter and run freely around. I'll run, skip, hop, dance and frolic from a vast, green pasture with random bunches of wildflowers all about to a beautiful field of sunflowers and butterflies to an enchanting, moonlit forest of fairies and elves. Then i'll end up in a little clearing where a rustic cottage will sit, complete with a lovely garden of sweet-smelling roses and honeysuckle.
There he'll be, waiting for me, a mischievous grin on his face, holding his palm out to me. I'll take his hand, and with a gentle curtsey and a light swish of my dress, we'll dance. We'll dance under the quiet glow from the twinkling stars, to the lovely music provided by the man in the moon.
Ah... ... scatter the stardust over me and make this dream come true... ...
y'know... i realize that as much as blogging provides me with an amazingly stress-relieving platform to give vent,i dun come clean with how i really feel. heh maybe it's just me.i can't seem to allow people to enter my realm of thoughts. i keep too many things to myself. call me insecure, but i really can't see myself sharing innermost thoughts with anyone. well ok,maybe really really close friends.i guess everyone has a part of them they shut off from all others. yup that's why i keep a diary, which is unbelievably therapeutic.
argh sometimes i get so tired with my life (or rather with what it might hold for me).i know it sounds troubling/depressing, but nah,it's nothing serious. just that...... hmmm truth is, i dunno either. oh i think i'm starting to fill out quite nicely into the stereotype of troubled, identity-searching, woe-ridden, self-piteous teen. except that i'm less of a teen now. gosh it suddenly dawned on me that i'll be turning into a 'young adult' soon. -horrors- i still feel so, so much like a kid inside. it's hard to believe, really.
-rubs neck vigorously- aw damn my neck is such a BOTHER.it's like... a rotten mesh of disjointed bones, bruised nerves and tired flesh.yuck. i need to seriously give it a hard,decisive yank and put an end to my 8 month misery=((
Sometimes I wish I could throw all my inhibitions to the wind, all my restraints aside and all my problems to the gutter and run freely around. I'll run, skip, hop, dance and frolic from a vast, green pasture with random bunches of wildflowers all about to a beautiful field of sunflowers and butterflies to an enchanting, moonlit forest of fairies and elves. Then i'll end up in a little clearing where a rustic cottage will sit, complete with a lovely garden of sweet-smelling roses and honeysuckle.
There he'll be, waiting for me, a mischievous grin on his face, holding his palm out to me. I'll take his hand, and with a gentle curtsey and a light swish of my dress, we'll dance. We'll dance under the quiet glow from the twinkling stars, to the lovely music provided by the man in the moon.
Ah... ... scatter the stardust over me and make this dream come true... ...
posted by samba de verao @ 7:38 AM
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