Feeling neither here nor there. It’s like one of my feet is dribbling a soccer ball and one of my hands is dribbling a basket ball. Well, whatever happens. So long as I am not burning my bridges down.
So perfectionist that I will be willing to put that extra X effort just to furnish the remaining 20.
But what if? And who am I to say?
I might smile it off and chuckle, but in my mind I have killed you a thousand times.
There is so much randomness over late night drinking sessions and nighty nights. Pondering about what life can bring and talking about the future like a group of perpetual fortunetellers. What have gone well, what have gone wrong, and what could have gone wrong. Some could have a glass of beer or two, others would prefer to sip the iced mocha, I prefer to have a whitbeer for now. Whatever we drink, it does not matter cause in the end, we will all toast and say ‘let’s forget them once and for all’.
This post is dedicated to you, a girl who are working at a comfy brunch place, which we have often mistakenly used as a supper place/pit stop/bar; you with a 10,000 watt smile.
And I felt lightning-struck at once.
Jamie: Unfortunately, I need you and you need me
Maggie: No, I don’t
Jamie: Yes, you do
Maggie: No, I don’t
Jamie: Yes, you do
Maggie: Stop it, stop saying that
Jamie: You need someone to take care of you
Maggie: No, I don’t
Jamie: Everybody does
“It doesn’t matter if I have 10,000 more moments like this or just this one, because it’s all the same. Right now, this moment, I have this” – Maggie Murdock (Love and other drugs, 2010)
This is currently on repeat in my head. And it’s gonna keep repeating for a while.
Some men wait for the world to burn. Others set the world on fire.
Never before has I had such a positive outlook. A-ten-hut!
After quite sometimes having been unable to find the time to refresh my song vocabulary, I finally find this new dope. Their music’s just way too unique imho.
things that really get me annoyed at, but no one knows except myself:
1. when someone addresses me as ‘boss’.
2. when someone tells me that I am rich
I have my own reason as to why the above things never fail to annoy me from time to time. And I can’t explain, in words, how I am feeling whenever these things occur, but it is something like the picture below:
You don’t know me.
Sugar-coated Marshmallow.
Edbert