i don't know where to begin. it's been a rough patch, but it's getting smoother. missed out on nouvelle vague and spent saturday night at cass's place instead, with food from chomp chomp and alot of cam-whoring. especially of victor hooked onto youtube's battlefield videos. ended up friendster surfing for abit, and realised that there was a retarded coincidence of messages. ridiculous. tomorrow's monday. there are afew loose ends to tie up; errands. i've put them off for a couple of days, and now it's time to face the dreaded moment. i'm so bad at rejecting people, and i keep apologising. to which, my dearest friends become annoyed with.
parties induce that ecstatic high; and we all know it's an intentional mirage. it dangerously captivates us, and makes us believe. it deliberately lures us to come back for more. do we really have so much excess baggage that we need parties for us to feel overjoyed? is forgetting and losing ourselves the essence of life? because only when we forget, can we move on. but truly, how can one forget memories, when it nags at us like a chronic ache. memories, experiences - the past. essentially, this is what we're made of. that's why we're who we are now. different from before. or maybe the same, because we choose to be caught up in that chaotic frenzy. a futile attempt at best in pursuit of happiness.
