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
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
posted by Akerzz at 8:53 AM
7 Comments:
No, I don't think you're too nice. I think you're WAYYYY too nice! ;)
and...don't WAIT for love. It comes when you least expect it! *wink*
I have a theme song for this!
Keri Hilson ft Kanye West: Knock You Down
p.s: It ain't really a theme song kan? Guess I'm just lovin' that track! It gets me happeh! Ntah why! :P
Loves,
THE Friendly Blog Hopper
You update your blog finally and all we get is your emotional trauma? No sympathy here. hahahaha...
I have no explanation for the "you're too nice" thing we females tend to blurt out every so often. I keep telling you to go out hunting but nooooooooooooooooo... Oppertunity doesnt come to the idle my friend. Not even Eric Idle, though he is married so I guess that doesnt count.
hey there... i dnt think u did anything wrong.. mybe them gurls which u were reffring to just took u fer granted u noe..mybe nxt tym u cud be more mysterious so the gurl will find u more sexy...
p/s= never poke a gurl with any kinds of needle. ouch. muah2x...
i need therapy! i need jamming session! michael jackson is dead! that last sentence had no relevance whatsoever! but mmeh!
grace: haha yeah i'll try not to expect it.. if that makes sense haha love ya too poopie!
sha: i did go hunting.. with a rifle.. dont know why it didnt work...
kissy: halloe new reader! nah i dont poke girls with needles... that just wrong.. very.. wrong..haha
hey... i luv reading ur blog i hope u wont mine if i link to ur blog thnx...
kissy: haha no worries, it'd be an honor
Oh dear God... thank you for writing this. If you hadnt, I probly would have. Fuck, you need a rambling, right? Ummm... supercalifragilisticexpialidotious! Oh and Butterflies are the drunks of the insect world. Think about it. They fly around like they have no freakin idea where theyre going.
aite, me is outta here.
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