the glass is half full... the rest is pretty much your imagination

be like water... be zen, be at peace with yourself, be quiet for crying out loud! yeah this is prolly gonna be one of those soul searching post.. im not a big fan of it either, but we're both gonna have to ignore the elephant in the room and make the best of it yeah? now nod, smile, cos everything is gonna be A ok!

if you havent left with a bitter taste in your mouth wondering what the fuck the last paragraph was about, then i salute you herr or frau, i salute thee. i really do wish i would stop going into my blog unplanned. its like a booty call, it just happens.

emptiness is a pain. its only been like a week into my hols and im pretty much drained of whatever creativity i had left. i've been trying to continue with the pascal saga, but i keep hitting a wall. so much so that now the wall is threatening a lawsuit on my ass.. im going to see him in court on tuesday.. not the judiciary court, but the gay bar on william street... no one saw that coming huh.. man i still got it... muahahaha *sigh*

where does one draw the line? i mean, i tried waiting for love to come.. thats about as pointless as shaking a porcupine in hopes that its gonna snow tomorrow.. now im trying to put myself in the game.. which is almost as pointless as the last scenario but now the porcupine has a weather control device, the only thing thats stopping it from snowing tomorrow is the fact that porcupines dont speak english.. duh!!!

so communication is the problem yes? forgive me for the sudden narcissism, but i do get alot of "you're too nice" feedback from all the girls who are close to me.. what does that even mean?! what? do girls like it if i randomly poke them in the knees with a knitting needle? is it so wrong for me to open doors for you ladies and actually listen to you when you're talking? sometimes i wonder what im doing wrong.. hmmm...

i aint got the ugliest mug out there but i aint exactly pretty either, but man, i dont even know anymore, at times i wish i can just get into my space station, climb into my sleeping chamber and escape..

aaaaarrrghhhhhhhhh!!!

im pretty sure some of my guy friends out there are feeling the same way.. it hurts to be nice dont it?

no sympathy comments please, nonsensical ramblings will be treated positively