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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

5:40 PM

A Heart's Ballad

Ever get the feeling when you didn't do something for a long time, and instead of feeling excited about it, you reenact of the reason why you stopped doing it. Well yea, and the scene I reenacted was going to school. The undone sleep, due to the early wake ups. The slight grumpy comtroversy you have with yourself, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE. I fought to stay asleeps but the morning sunlight won the battle.

After cleaning myself up, I moved to take bus 139. As I boarded the bus I was reminded about the lengthy bus ride. Plug in the Mp3 player and my eye-lids closed like the curtains after the phantom of the opera play. Deprived of sleep, due the unfinished business I have with my heart while trying to sleep the previous days. Ever wonder do counting sheeps really make you sleep? Why do thought free flow during the time you're about to rest? Worst, emotions overflow that surrounds death thoughts, but you end it by thanking God for the simple day. Finding rest only by sweeping all the emotionally attached thoughts under the carpet, hoping it will fade away. Maybe leaving the 'garbage' under your pillow hoping the tooth fairy will mistake it for a tooth you left. If ever I get paid for each thought that comes with strong emotions I will be racing to be the 2nd Bill Gates.

A projection of my heart would be a tall glass. Filling emotions till it overflow with tears, worst of all it's fragile. Stare into empty space, hoping to see heaven.

Having plans of maybe going to a club next week or the week after. The little drinks and dancing subtitled to be delaying misery. Well, at least I went to shop for another pair of shoe today, and I got it from River Island again. Same white but a different model this time. I think I am rather insecure about how I look, but isn't it better for a guy to know how to dress rather than not bothering. Guess there is a certain limit to it that I left out. Ate vanilla ice cream with bailey's again, the slight trail of alcohol are like the tips you leave for the waiter. Like giving the waiter a satisfaction about his good service, the alcohol makes the vanilla feel good about it's taste.

Quote of the day: Love is like a painter, that certain creativity keeps it ongoing.