Despite the two consecutive days of slp late- wake early regime... it's another day of drive for me! Yay. Mom drove to her office cuz i scared she'll be late! Then i took over and got my sis to clementi then to her sch before mine. After a whole day of academic then salsa performance prac, i drove to Le meridien hotel to pick my mom up. Ferried her classmate near hm before back to my place.
I turned wrongly at newton circle. Luckily with a stroke of luck and bravery, i managed to get to Orchard road from the back of Heeren. =D
Some infuriating events happened. Hate my phone to ring while i drive. Hate unreasonable people. Hate it (sometimes!) when my mom is ever-so-cautious! Those comments can kill the ears and brain cells! Hate those traffic jams. Hate it when the cars bully triangle- platers. Hate it when they beam at me. Hate it when my mom complains and comments so much!
So much hate. Ok, hate isn't the best word; too strong a word to use. I guess, it's more like dislike. =)
Alrights, i'm so slpy! oh... i'm stuck to built to last and orange county. Emo emo emo.
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How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
-through glass-
Sour Stone
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