(Sunday, April 03, 2005)
sometimes, it's as simple as putting in words about how the day went, who offended you, what sort of porn you watch last night and if you did something interesting, you brag about it. most of the time, that's how it goes.
the echo of the good times i had in melbourne still lingers in me, slowly fading away like the very last moment of a burning candle, struggling to exploit what's left of the wax.
so to happen today, i'm in the mood for nonsense. not desperate enough to write about knights and dragons and the Holy Grail. good read but definately never a good write. not my cup to tea. very much out of my league.
people we brush upon. the sort of people you share couple of lines of conversation with. like the pretty lady that sits next to you in a bus. so hot, you can't resist the temptation to talk to her. maybe for a few hours, maybe less. after that, for as long as you live, you don't get to see them again anymore. hopefully, the conversation that occupies you during that period is not overwhelmingly boring or unintelligent as president bush. why engage a conversation with somebody when it's filled with imprecise nonsense? (if you're still reading this, the feeling is about the same cause it's apparent that i'm not going anywhere with this)
actually point is, why sometimes when even there's common interest on both parties, we just brush upon these special indivduals/hot chick/hot mama/milf/whatever. these whole thing makes me wonder if fate really do exist. maybe fate is just showing us what she can do for us but didn't. don't we all secretly think that there maybe be a chance that we really meet someone from a random chat out of nowhere?
8:53 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
