So many thoughts rushing through my mind... its like an expressway. Vroom vroom.
I can think about anything and everything and something and nothing right now.
I could tell you how much i hate you or how much i miss you.
I could tell you how glad i am or how disappointed i am.
I could have went on and told you all the amazing things i saw today or i could have told you the amount of tears i have shed.
Either way, from the day i started to realise that life is not like a childs play, ive heard so much from the more experienced that i really want to take to consideration.
So this will be my confession.
oui j'ai résulté to drogues un dimanche & that is so typical of me. Lundi, j'ai commencé i started inhaling gas. I realised ce n'était pas une chose drôle after i realised that j'ai commencé to loose ma mémoire rapidly after the gas entrait en vigueur sur moi. I just couldnt stop crying. I kept running to the wrong people for help. Running around in circles, spaced out in confusion and whenever i thought i had a direction, i ran into the root of my problem again and i fall all the way back down.
I really have to stop pretending that i am living in a perfectly shaped world. Cause there really isn't such a thing. Amis are amis, and on a fine, drunkened thursday night, a wise ami told me that seulement une main full peut être portée autour.
Give all you can with amour et affection, but dont not expect anything in return.
That is one thing i have to practice. I am always depending on my amis, espically the wrong ones to pick me up quand je tombe.
The last week wasnt an easy one for me, i must admit. But j'ai appris tellement. Ive learnt to l'amore ceux who fell with me but yet be the stronger one to tell me that everything was going to be alright. I'll just have to hold on and be strong.
The ones that made the effort to make mon anniversaire a mémorable one.
These were the people (in english),
Gab, you are the first one here cause whatever you did for me, although we only had an hour with each other, is greatly appreciated. Im sorry, i shouldnt have thought about who i was hoping to see or who i missed badly on that saturday, i should have just treasured the moment you were giving me. Thanks for the smallest cutest most favourite birthay cake.
Daniel & Reggie, thanks for coming along and reggie, thanks for pointing out the toy at macs (which i spoilt in less then 5 minutes). Daniel, from the moment we met each other, i knew we had to stick onto each other some way or another. Thanks for looking out for me when i was wasted. I still need help from Bryan.
Ryan, Bryan, Sasi, Amos, Jacob, wow, what would a birthday be without boys like you. To ryan, thanks for the birthday shots, and bryan, for my first Tequila and picking me up after every fall from the dustbins. Amos, thanks for the 151. Although it didnt make me puke! Ha!
Amelia, thanks for spending my hangover with me that sunday afternoon and sorry for crying and not being as wacky as i always was. I had bad news that morning thats why i was really upset and kept crying. But either way, thanks for the elmo ballon (it looks a little disfigured now sorry) and the little cake and my birthday 'get over my freaking hangover' Venti drink. Sorry me and the guys were talking bout dope so much.
Mom, thanks for bringing me to the Singapore Flyer. The best way to celebrate the last few hours of my birthday.
And to the rest, that wished me happy birthday. Thank you for remembering.
To Deepan, vous êtes incroyable.
The things you did, the feelings i felt the stories i have heard and the tears ive cried.
Je fucking vous déteste
k whatever... i dont wanna get Deepan popular in my blog.
Off to school now... will be right back with pictures LOVES!
