Friday, September 23, 2005
- Blue, Blue Skies -
Frankly speaking, i have to admit that i didnt expect myself to touch on the topic of friends so fast yet again, but weird unexpected events that went on in camp left me devastated for a while, and all i can admit with a breathless tone is that as much as i like to talk, its tiring to make new friends all over and over again. To me, its like selling yourself, or at the very least putting yourself up as an exhibit for others. Well, i almost decided to just continue keeping quiet to myself (highly unnatural but so much more relaxing yet saddening) for at least the next 2 weeks in the army camp, but people come up asking me about that frown and i have to keep telling them (and possibly myself at times) that Im fine.
These past few days have been mentally and physically dead tiring. My eye bags look like they can act as incubators for those unhatched quill eggs anytime now, and my mind is in the continual stage of denial which says that the level of weariness im going through now is really manageable. My duties in the army camp is finally slowly coming into its final stage of monotony in due time, but soon i'll be seeing myself out only in the weekends now like what, 2 times in each month? So dreadful, how am i going to arrange any decent time to watch corpse bride with anybody. And then there's SAW 2. OOH. I wonder if i should bring the old class reunion back into the theatre just to watch the sequel. They chided me like hell for bringing them to watch SAW straight after the prelims then, but hey we all know we secretly loved the movie. Gore does sometimes wake you up better than coffee.
Im missing so much things right now.
Socially. Individually. Spiritually. And still the heart.
If i were to cry, they would be bullet tears.
Written fashion may not be history @8:29 PM
