flawed work of art.
Saturday, June 04, 2005 @ 6:30 am
nothing much to report actually. just that woman's coming over to stay from tonight till thurs. for your info, woman is sarah j. :) or as someone put it very aptly, the pretty & cute one. :D
my aunt (dad's sis) came down this morn to celebrate my paternal grandma's b'day. there's this dinner later tonight, which I'm not going to get all dolled up for. I'm not in the mood. sleeping at 4 a.m. sure takes a toll on oneself. as I'm typing this, my mind is whirring round in circles.. feels like I'm in a washing machine. whoa! okok, I'm trying to get a grip on myself. why the early morning snooze, you ask? long story. personal too. so, you can just let your imagination go wild there. ;) can't think of anything? go find a muse.
we humans are weird. who knows what's going on in another's mind? I wish I knew what was real and what wasn't. can't people just be honest? about themselves, to themselves and also to others. my emily shirt says it all: people are weird.

I've been keeping all the
Letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but
I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Michael Buble * Home

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