Sunday, June 11, 2006
I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
I'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far...
i really like this part from
Taking Back Sunday's Make damn sure.
the bridge for that song is reeally catchy.
rather emo-ish, don't you think?
i think i have an undying fetish for
possessive guys.
you know, the kind who treats you
as though you belong to him
and who gets insanely jealous
over the smallest things ever.
i know that for the girls who
want freedom, this will certainly irritate
them to no end.
but don't you think its a positive affirmation
that the guy really is crazy over you
and would do anything to stay by your side?
and don't you think its kinda cute?
but i won't appreciate the extreme cases.
sobs, as my cousin would say.
the ones who are prepared to fling themselves
over the edge of the highest building in s'pore
if you leave them.
what sad cases.
honestly, is it worth it to kill oneself
over relationships?
i mean, right after a seemingly
promising relationship ends,
there will surely be a period of
depression and maybe even withdrawal.
that's perfectly normal.but ending your life is just plain ridiculous.
if you just let time run its course,
you'll get over it.eventually.
because, as i like to stress,
time heals.
and maybe in a while's time,
you'll look back and feel silly
about getting yourself so worked up
about that failed relationship.
but if you choose to kill yourself on the spot,
then goodbye and good riddance,dummy.
i won't feel sorry for you but
i'll feel sorry for your family
who will be on the receiving end of
your selfishness.
do you know how much they'll suffer on your behalf?
so you'll die with a happy and stupid smile
plastered on your face, sweet goodbye.
and after dying, the pain ends there.
but your family and friends will
be in mourning for a long long time.
since you don't even treasure your life,
you should be born as an ant.
why an ant you may ask.
because ants have a 99.9% (3 s.f)
chance of dying before their time comes,
probably because someone trampled
on them or because someone evil
enjoys torturing them.
like me.
on a sidenote, this is how i kill ants.
muahaha.
i use a damp piece of toilet paper
(because they don't deserve tissue)
to grab a whole crowd of them.
then, quickly, before they crawl out,
(they won't die yet, dimwit.)
i will throw that wad of toilet paper in the
toilet bowl.and for a couple of minutes,
i'll watch them swimming and struggling
to get out. then just as a couple of them manage
to climb up the sides, hehheh.
i flush the toilet.=)
righty, back to the subject at hand.
so, i want a possessive guy.
oh, and he must be reeally good looking
(i can be shallow at times.)
and musically talented.yep.
and he must be good in english,
intellectual, a little emo at times,
sarcastic, and yet love nature.
AND he must be close to his family.
also, he must love me for all the right reasons.
and NOT try to change me.
very importantly, he must love God too.
and i must love him first before he loves me.
don't ask why.
that's the lot.
.........
you know what?
i think i'll be a hermit for the rest of my life.
because no such guy exists.
and even if he does, he'll most probably be out of reach.
so goodbye,i'm going to live in the himalayas.
haha.i love crapping about.
but seriously, i consider those
above mentioned 'conditions'
neccessary.at least, about 75% of it.
know anyone who fits those conditions?
then call 91714*4*.
LOL.i'm KIDDING.
remember, i'll find my own guy.
the last condition mentioned.
i prefer it that way.
cos i'm really picky.
that's why i really don't like it when
guys have a 'thing' for me.
because i didn't hand pick them!
err....ok.better stop ranting.
ahem.
this will most probably be the last time
i'll be blogging,( don't panic!!)
till i return from hong kong.
i'll be gone from the 13th( 8 am+)
to the 16th (latelate at night).
i'll be bringing along a notebook
to jot down the stuff that happens.
and i'll transfer it into my blog!
BUT if the hotel i go to has
an internet cafe, i MIGHT blog there.
because wouldn't that be fun?
that is, if the computers are in english.
this has been a long post..
i'm going to bed now.
i just returned from dinner with
my family.
gone with the wind,
Clara.
p.s: love ya'll byotches!
hah.
11:10 PM
