sometimes when u feel that life is going at its best, something's gonna go downhill. being happy, isn't always. n everything seems like in a twirl, u're jus standing there in the middle wondering why is the world spinning so fast.
so fast.
i wonder what did i do to make u feel this way. my world jus crashed. cos u matter to me.
was working today and i came across this road name:
happy avenue central.
it exists! n it's in SINGAPORE. yes, ur DEAR SINGAPORE. oh my god! such a magical name. i wanna live there.
imagine ppl who are staying in happy avenue central are always happy. not a drop of sadness. not one tinge of frustration. not a hint of contempt.
i wonder how it would be like, to be living there.
where ppl are always happy.
truly happy or faking smiles?
went clubbing at chinablack yest. it's like always, but definitely not as packed as phuture.
i think 10 yrs been shaved off my lifespan, judging from the amt of alcohol i intoxicate myself with every freakin' week. yeesh.
been worrying abt the belly tt's ever expanding. but what-the-heck, there's always tomorrow right? *grins*
and learnt a lesson yesterday : never underestimate the power of alcohol. you may just commit something (when still unconscious) tt may change EVERYTHING. n i mean EVERYTHING.
been thinking alot abt this:
what do u measure a successful life with?
the number of checks u have on ur successful-life-list by a certain age?
or how happy u are at tt point in time?
i don't aim to have the best in life, i don't even aim to have the best of everything of tt seemingly perfect life,
but i aim to be the best tt i can be.
n being happy is part of it.
today i wanna drop a bomb shell to blow away all those freaking kiasu-kiasi singaporeans. FREAKING KIASU.
they would happily kill/murder/rape for one piece of CHEAP FREE GIFT. what the fuck?
i'm totally amazed/amused/bewildered/ ashamed at what these freaking kiasus can do to get a freaking free glass.
[1] re-enter the entrance, rubbing away the stamps on the hand, and act as tho they jus entered. for 5 times.
n tell us tt the previous woman is her twin.
yeah right.
it's absolutely cool for twins to wear the same make-up, style the same hairstyle n don the same clothes. absolutely COOL. at bloody mid-forties.
[2] just come inside the counter, grab the free gift n RUN AWAY like a gleeful child who got away with some sweets.
[3] "what? like tt also cannot give meh? i dun believe. I WANT TO SEE YOUR MANAGER." meh, meh ur head can. meh the grass away lar, cheapo lamb.
ah, i'm tired. continue another day darlings =)
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