This is so gay, but...

I'm not that strong without you.

This is so cliched, but...

I need you like the ocean needs the tide.

:)

I'm so tired. Aigoo, I feel forty. And a very embarrassing thing happened to me in the library today. Aiyah, what's new?

If there is really a Heaven, I hope it'll be at the heart of the sunset, I really do. I love sunsets. They were a formative aspect of my childhood, and I think it's the one thing that can inspire me when I get writer's block. Not like I write a lot nowadays anyway. When I die, I hope I'll go to Heaven at the heart of the sunset. And I won't melt and die of heatstroke, because I'd already be dead, and anyway, I'd be a divine being. I wouldn't feel the heat. It'll be beautiful everyday. Dazzling, blindingly beautiful.

Do you ever feel the need to cry even though nothing bad has happened? I suddenly feel that way now. Come to think of it, I used to be such a crybaby in secondary school. Crying over nothing and everything. I hardly ever cry now. Sometimes I laugh a lot, but inside, all I feel is an empty, gaping hole. It's not the type of joy that will sustain you for the rest of the day. It's just a passing thing. It's not pure, simple happiness.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Where's the summer sunshine? It just keeps raining everyday, and it's already almost May. Speaking of summer sunshine, I love the song by the same name by The Corrs. The first time I heard it was during mass dance for Orientation in Nanyang. That song brings back good memories. Not of Orientation specifically. There really isn't anything good to recall about O2. It was so boring.

I miss seeing Jungle Boy all the time. I hardly ever see him now. I miss the feeling inside of me when I see him. It's not a crazy, fangirl thing, although I know I behave on that way on the outside. It's a sort of intrigue, an irresistible attraction. I wonder if I'll like him when I get to know his character. That's if, if I ever get to know his character.

I've got so much things to say, but somehow, when I want to blog, I can't put my thoughts into words.

Was reading Karen chingoo's entry and I'm reminded that I've never tried out the sauna room in my estate despite having resided here for what, five years? Shall try it out one day with the girls maybe. It'd be nice, sitting inside and talking, like in the shows. Then maybe someone would lock the room and leave us to die in the heat, and we'll all start dehydrating...

Kidding.

Oh, and I wonder if I'm suffering from a terminal illness, because my weight just fell again, despite me eating like a pig and exercising very little. That never happens to me, so I honestly suspect there's something wrong with me. I'm not complaining about the weight loss though, I could do with some. Or a lot, for that matter. Haha.

I miss those days of Sesame Street, Teletubbies, Barbie dolls and my vainpot-ness.