Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Friendships or lack there of.
Song playing in my head: Hotel Paper by Michelle Branch
Quote/Thinking of: Friendships or lack there of.I write mostly on hotel paper, Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.I love Michelle Branch's songs. There's always an element of nature. Just a snippet here, and a line there. Don't know how such song writers can get such inspiration. How I wish writing a song would be this easy...
As I walked home yesterday, I thought of my friendships with some people. How inconsistent they are and how fragile everything is. One minute you can be the closest of friends, the other you may not be speaking to one another. One of the things I hate abt MI. The inconsistency. The instant hostility. Situations change at the blink of an eye. What bonds you've made today, don't think they'll last till tomorrow. Everything is in the here and now.
Lately, I can't be happy for no one.They think I need some time to myself.I try to smile but I can't remember.I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else.This is so far from Crescent, D-cube. I'm living in the memories of yesterday. When I went back for Crescent's funfair, my friends and I reminice about the days of eating recess [oh the very fact that it's called that], of spending hours in the library cos' of not taking literature, the cartoons drawn about our lives. The crazy carefree days. And some pple think why we miss Crescent so much... Haiz..
Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean...
written here @ 9:35 pm
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Friendships or lack there of.
Song playing in my head: Hotel Paper by Michelle Branch
Quote/Thinking of: Friendships or lack there of.I write mostly on hotel paper, Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.I love Michelle Branch's songs. There's always an element of nature. Just a snippet here, and a line there. Don't know how such song writers can get such inspiration. How I wish writing a song would be this easy...
As I walked home yesterday, I thought of my friendships with some people. How inconsistent they are and how fragile everything is. One minute you can be the closest of friends, the other you may not be speaking to one another. One of the things I hate abt MI. The inconsistency. The instant hostility. Situations change at the blink of an eye. What bonds you've made today, don't think they'll last till tomorrow. Everything is in the here and now.
Lately, I can't be happy for no one.They think I need some time to myself.I try to smile but I can't remember.I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else.This is so far from Crescent, D-cube. I'm living in the memories of yesterday. When I went back for Crescent's funfair, my friends and I reminice about the days of eating recess [oh the very fact that it's called that], of spending hours in the library cos' of not taking literature, the cartoons drawn about our lives. The crazy carefree days. And some pple think why we miss Crescent so much... Haiz..
Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean...
written here @ 9:35 pm
