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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

5:04 PM

Plan B

Hey everyone, sorry about leaving you all hanging if you were waiting for the next post. I apologise for all the thoughts that my blog was consider to be dead. Nah, it just got frozen in time for all the good cause. The time void was filled with straightening of raging emotions and the plans of life. The upcoming O levels never fails to haunt me, leaving a trail of the embarrassment at the fact of me retaking it. It definitely was a struggle playing in my mind constantly.

Alright enough of the O levels, it only rings bad omen. Well taking the break from blogging kind of got me up and then back down so yea I'm here to flourish my emptiness, ironic as it sounds? At least I'll head to bed with something less on my mind to think about. So here I go with my flamboyancy of a doloring paint job. As we all know the major exams are coming but it isn't only just the O's which brings me down, the A's affects me in it's certain way. The haunting O's and the hurting A's seem to make its way to get the best of me. I know I know that people get all geeky at the sound of the nearing exams, but you always say you're not really studying, so what's with the downfall in our communication? I get by each day hoping for the very single reply and it never fails to caption 'false' under my hopes. The vapid hours I wait on my phone, giving it a constant checkup, but it always leaves me hanging. With such bleakness playing eclipse, it never fails the flash thought of giving up to go by every now and then. But by doing so, will it make or break me? Waiting now seems to be my daily routine, but it is soon to be just another word similar to emptiness. My famous love war between heart versus mind reenacts, ohh no the replay of downcasting emotions leads to a crash and burn tragedy. To be enthalled by a one sided love isn't the best option, it a walk on morbidville's side walk. Yea, the town decorated with grey skies and black buildings, the other colour you would find would be the blues of the locals emotions. A radio broadcast of various melancholy hits. If there was ever such a town, judging from my emotion range, I would be nominated for president for morbidville. Possibilities and hopes seems to be withering with each passing day. The lack of colour in the hours and the fading minutes eats me.

Other than my "little" emotion drive, I heart Ted Baker. I want to be a metrosexual, the inbetween of man and gay. For the traditional people would simply make fun of me, but to hell to you I say for having such myopic view of dress style and probably you can't even pull off the look. Smile for the day people, I'm back to blogging as it keeps me from going insane. goodnight world...