Saturday, September 29, 2007
why can't i
My parents are biased towards Brother Bear. Spend so much money on revamping the room, when they won't even spend an extra cent when I was still living in it. Hmph. Now my room looks like a hotel/club, and Brother Bear wants to hire a bouncer to carry a list of invitees on a clipboard and put a stamp on people who come in, and charge people admission fee for entering his "The D Club". And I immediately thought of Brandon. HAHA.
So I'm studying Literature now, meeting Keira tomorrow. Learning (finally) about John the Savage. Interesting man.
Brother Bear let me borrow his silver razr. I'm anticipating the initiation of a razr gang soon. :)
It's a pleasant night, I'm actually
enjoying it so far. :) That's rare. Some good company would make it perfect. I wonder where you went..
When you turned to hide your eyes
Cos the movie made you cry
That's when I love you
A little more each day
Cute song. Very innocent, as if a child composed it. So endearing. :)
You can actually count the number of smiley faces on my entry today. Not that I'm exceedingly happy because something weird or freaky happened, but I don't know. Probably God's peace. :) See, another one.
Howie Day's Collide is Now Playing. Reminds me of the analogy of two people stuck to each other by superglue because they banged into each other. Then can't tear them apart, otherwise it be very painful. Haha.
Hmm. Closet poets, are very sexy, I find. I wish to marry one with a goatee. :) And we'll move into a cute condo along the East Coast and enjoy the smell of the ocean's breeze at every waking morning, and every setting sun..
tried to hunch; 10:59 PM
