Saturday, April 30, 2011
eh, what? @ 23:58
........I don't like it when my close friends are falling.
That, and the atmosphere, the after-effects, the causal, the resulted yapping, and everything about it.
Egoistical? Yes. You know I could barely be altruistic; I don't like it when our usual, superbly random topics switched with wonders about boys & how they're so conspicuous they're worth affectionately admiring. It's not that I never fell, trust me; it's just gotten overheard when they ended up acquiescing, conceding on how stupid they are for being so manic & dull they couldn't get any opportunities to get even closer to whomever they've fallen for. And then they'd contact me; metaphorically crying & regretting everything they've been doing & telling how they'll struggle to stop--yet come to cuss it over the next day as if nothing actually had ever happened & their hearts are renewed again.
And here I am, continuously telling them, "I've got nothing to do with this thing. It's yours, to begin with; & whether or not you realize it, weren't you always back to consent a little hope that he will eventually look at you, over again? Don't be so sure you can be that easily determined to forget someone."
And then they'd concur behind a reason that it's senselessly obsolete. And virtually nod; and finally forget their flicks and we'll be back to our old, scrambled conversations. And they'll incoherently suggest me that I should seek someone so I will stop looking like I'm an augmented reality of an ambiguous male pretending like a female or a lesbian or something--just like what Aji did yesterday.
...yeah. I told him everything; including the fact that I was just interested to 'him' & never really expected it could vastly grow into this sort of superfluous feeling due to unidentified reason. Aji's trustworthy, I thought it would be pretty innocuous telling him this and that; and other than him saying that that guy is a workout addict he does push & sit-ups prior going to bed & afterward & that he's got six-packs, he also encouraged me to go for him--talk to him for a bit, ask him to go for a date. I lightly responded by a simple no, as expected; elaborating on how I'm so squished by my last crush I'm not ready to move on another guy I don't really know just yet.
Or maybe I'm just afraid, I don't know. This kind of conversations are so gay, I hate it.
Labels: Random
Saturday, April 30, 2011
eh, what? @ 23:58
........I don't like it when my close friends are falling.
That, and the atmosphere, the after-effects, the causal, the resulted yapping, and everything about it.
Egoistical? Yes. You know I could barely be altruistic; I don't like it when our usual, superbly random topics switched with wonders about boys & how they're so conspicuous they're worth affectionately admiring. It's not that I never fell, trust me; it's just gotten overheard when they ended up acquiescing, conceding on how stupid they are for being so manic & dull they couldn't get any opportunities to get even closer to whomever they've fallen for. And then they'd contact me; metaphorically crying & regretting everything they've been doing & telling how they'll struggle to stop--yet come to cuss it over the next day as if nothing actually had ever happened & their hearts are renewed again.
And here I am, continuously telling them, "I've got nothing to do with this thing. It's yours, to begin with; & whether or not you realize it, weren't you always back to consent a little hope that he will eventually look at you, over again? Don't be so sure you can be that easily determined to forget someone."
And then they'd concur behind a reason that it's senselessly obsolete. And virtually nod; and finally forget their flicks and we'll be back to our old, scrambled conversations. And they'll incoherently suggest me that I should seek someone so I will stop looking like I'm an augmented reality of an ambiguous male pretending like a female or a lesbian or something--just like what Aji did yesterday.
...yeah. I told him everything; including the fact that I was just interested to 'him' & never really expected it could vastly grow into this sort of superfluous feeling due to unidentified reason. Aji's trustworthy, I thought it would be pretty innocuous telling him this and that; and other than him saying that that guy is a workout addict he does push & sit-ups prior going to bed & afterward & that he's got six-packs, he also encouraged me to go for him--talk to him for a bit, ask him to go for a date. I lightly responded by a simple no, as expected; elaborating on how I'm so squished by my last crush I'm not ready to move on another guy I don't really know just yet.
Or maybe I'm just afraid, I don't know. This kind of conversations are so gay, I hate it.
Labels: Random
i my me mine.
you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.