The reason I found myself
blogging so much is because
i wish to, at time
share something out
but in the eyes of others
it could be too tiny mini matters
if I probably whatsapp
whoever is on the other side
would not even know
what to reply
so it was soon drowned
like -the end-
although I would like to
elaborate further and further
my excitement
my pissfulness
my disappointment
my frustration
my hesitation
my realization
come on
everyone has got his or her own
set of the above
so who cares
darling, who really cares
so I talk to myself
I document these moments
for the sake that
if I really need to
rely on something to go on
then I shall look back on
my travelogue to remind myself
that's the reason to move on
If I ever forget
how was my uni years like
I shall dig up those posts I wrote
whenever I got so
pissed and so pleased
no one ever treasure my own things
like me myself do
so I catalogue them
no one would help me to remember
I once felt loved
hence I pen them down
I switched off the wifi
1:02 am just now
then I realize this is a long night
I am not gonna fall asleep
anytime soon
so I turned it on again
at the time I need someone to talk to
but I don't know where to start
and who should I approach to
My "bro" is probably asleep
she is on a Mount KK expedition
My "besties" she bode good night to me like
1 hr ago
at least we did have a good talk
for like 1 hour or so
My "manager" she is
probably watching a football game
or some other games
and it's like
I don't even know
where to start from if
I randomly browse through
the contact list and tell
Hey look I need to talk now
Who cares, seriously
you gonna repeat that boring story
about your stupid office tales again
you gonna brag about Shawn Yue again
as if you know him like so well in person
boring...
boring...
okay end of the
self-pillow-talk for tonight
people take selfie
I do self-talkie
and the irony part is
selfie or self-talkie
they are being uploaded
can't wait to share it
With the whole weird world huh
I know right
It's a symptom of
attention seeking
i am not a greedy person
all I want is the attention of
someone who likes me
and I equally likes him
One day
he reads through
whatever I wrote throughout time
and he still finds me likeable
(hi there Baby,
If you are really reading)
and that would do
and this one person who would
end my drought of conversation
Oh man
i don't know
Sunday is supposed to be that depressing
Happy birthday, Steph
in case you don't receive any wishes
that's all you want right
and please go to sleep now
rats...
