Give me Love and Money, I have the rest already

There’s a hundred and one things I want to say but I don’t know how. All the things that races through my mind, I wish to pen them down and write something interesting about them. What’s paradoxical is….I sort of lost the ability to. When I read back on my previous entries like "Mandisa and the Director" and " Hopeless. Romantic", I feel jealous of myself. I crave to indulge in my digressing, to float away somewhere unreal, to explore unimportant possibilities.

I want to say that without lunchtime ice-cream, there’s no highlight in my day. It’s like having sex and not climaxing.

I want to say that I was abused verbally by a complete stranger even before the sun came up from the east. And all I did was swallow. I don’t understand why I can be so strong for the people around me but I just can’t do the same for myself.

I want to say that I’ve got pain. But I know that you’re gonna sing back to me "Baby we’ve all got pain".

I want to say that I lost my other big toe nail while playing ball. I seriously question the function of them. They’re never around when I really need them. Now I just pray that they will heal before the 3-on-3 that I promised CD to participate in.

I want to say that I felt lonely when Shihai told me he’s going to be away for 9 months or more. Even though we don’t see each other as much anymore, it’s still intimidating to know that I have to do without him. I better learn how to handle MSN very soon.

I want to say that the Opera Ghost was someone who wrote enchanting operas, someone who was a talented singer, and a very wise teacher. For many years the opera house he resided in flourished, capitalizing on the scripts he wrote and secretly delivered to the matron. He fell in love with a little girl named Christine, an insignificant dancer in the opera house. Through her dreams, he taught her how to sing like an angel. And slowly, he groomed her to become the leading actress. He was in control, until Prince Charming came along and showed Christine a more orthodox form of love. In the end Christine chose to be with Prince Charming. And the Opera Ghost, torn internally between his love for Christine and wanting to do the right thing, chose to fade into nothing-ness.

I want to say that beer from the tap tastes really really succulent. And as Aw and I sat amongst a nonchalent crowd, soaking in the amatuerish live music, the fumes from our fags spiralled upwards voluntarily. For who and what I am right now, it was a Friday beyond my expectations.

So if you have a minute why don’t we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know

This could be the the end of everything

So why don’t we go somewhere only we know  –Keane

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