the truth is that i rather be a failure than a lousy friend

the ringing of your laughter slices through his heart. 

being depressed makes u do stupid things. 

being very depressed makes you do nothing. 

i cant believe that my great great great grandfather owned everything from tiong bahru to fort canning to clifford pier to telok ayer to mcritchie, and 20million worth of property and land in malaca, has a road named after him, 

and my grandfather is left with nothing. boo :(

the truth is, its never real till its real, 

always have to be the odd one out. 

knowing neccesitates action, 

so i guess sometimes not knowing is the easier way out. 

not that i have a choice anymore. 

its not different, missing out or not. 

missing has in a way been the word to describe my life. 

so i guess nothing's changed. nothing does. 

and of course i'm not surprised. 

i've just got to act like i'm not affected. 

radiohead and absurd go so well together, i'm surprised there hasnt been a gazillion plays written already... 

i love the internet. 

yay, i'm gonna have a jersey that says bobthemob :D

oh no :(

argh. how does one contend with this madness? 

who shall speak for the people when their leader is dead? 

i wouldn do anything it takes to get what i want. 

i would even lie to you about the fact that i lied to everyone. 

i'm the cool brother all little sisters want to have.

she's the fucking annoying little sister all brothers hate to have but have to have.

there just isnt any come back to "but you're smart what..." 

ugly

dreams. 

my dreams have been starting up again. i've been having more 5-dreams-a-night nights recently. the situations and events have all been very real. ok not real, realistic is the right term, as opposed to non-realistic. my problem is with the progression of time. things happen chronoloically, but not in absolute time. one moment i'm chatting with a girl, the next we are holding hands walking off into the sunset, for (hypothetical) example. and as realistic as these dreams are, they still dont make sense. they dont tell me what i want, they dont show me what to do, they dont do anything other than confuse me. and i'm already confused enough as it is. 

i've lost the habit of recording my dreams, or at least the fragments that i remember. why? because it doesnt matter. no one cares. at least not right now. 

the best friends are not those that are there for you all the time, they are the ones that are there for you at the right times. 

no one is perfect. and yet no one is equal. life will never be fair. 

the best time you weed something out of someone is just before they sleep. of course, you cant be a boring lousy conversationalist, because u'll just put them to sleep. you must be interesting, so as to keep the conversation going, and hence stop the other person from falling asleep. it is likely the other person will spill the beans just to shut you up, cos if u've heard what you want to hear, you wont ask any more questions, and he/she can sleep in peace. 

hur hur. 

its probrably indicative, when the scar on my leg is taking too long to heal. 

LIFEHOUSE WAS AWESOME :))))))))))))