BoteJook

Wednesday, March 12, 2008 / 11:57 PM

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I had two bad dreams early this morning, I wouldn't classify them as nightmares.
Well, then one of which got me thinking the entire day. A lot, of analysing while working.
The rain didn't stop me from getting happier, besides the several scoldings I got at Peaberry.
The last time we saw each other, we did not even try to acknowledge each other, not even the least.
You stood right beside me, probably two humans from my right.
The last time I sent you a message via sms, you did not bother replying, did not give a damn.
& I swore that I'll never plead, not even the least bit of asking.
But this morning, drowned me, as if struggling.
And that's just mean that I would hope that we end our foes, and be friends again.
Apparently, nothing's doing good.
Just take for instance, whenever my mom patronize your momma's salon, she'll ask about us.
Ohwels, you probably told her everything.
Jesus Christ.
Like the last time when she asked about you and I, I dare not even reply. The next second, I talked to her about education in today.
Despite the fact that I can totally still remember your mobile, I have no guts to even send greetings.

My mind is cold, yet full of hatred. For whatever excuses you took to this.
No amount of physical or emotional stimulants will heal these.
I wrote an entire entry all about you for an in-class activity few months back, hoping that you'll chance upon that short message. But I know it's almost impossible.
Yes, dingdongbells, we did happy things together and with the rest of the clique.
From crying to cutting wrists =\ & to persistently hope that we get into the same school and what not.

I have a picture of you and I, all in my mind.
I really wish that we could speak to each other again.
I am never the Jordus you used to befriend with anymore.

I wish you love, and wish you well.

I miss you, my friend. I really do.
This perennial feeling, of being left in an emotional limbo.
Let's get it on, again I hope.

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So yes, I hope my pay cheque's faaaatttt, after the IT Show 2008.
Well, considering the fact that I was acting I was some bohemian shouting at a Night Bazaar.

Pictures from the many nights before tonight

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Fuck, the whole blogger uploading thing isn't functioning properly.
I cannot even log into Friendster; page's not loading.
What the hell, the world is sucha nice place to live in, must less the air I breathe every second.
Shit hole.