Was caught in a little street race earlier on, not really a race, but it was definitely something I would quite like to go for again!
Was sending Angel home when I pass by this car which I thought was a Mazda hatch. I saw the driver as I drove past, and she was definitely not pleased with me beating her on the green. I passed by real quick, and she caught up real fast. A turn later, we levelled at a red. She didn't look, but I knew she was roaring to go.
So I raved up on the green, and man! That's when Angel told me its a Mercedes Kompressor! She sped away so fast to the next light I was trailing! But I knew I got her.
The next turn she took, I tagged her so tight I think she went berserk - she was doing 110 in a 60 zone!
Now here's the best part - I knew the roads, and she was second guessing, cos up ahead was construction all around with temp metal plated roads on bends that 110 will just skid cars all over. But she took the damn turn at 110 and nearly crashed into the barriers after a skid! I think it freaked her and her 2 friends out really bad cos they slowed down after that - of course, out of courtesy, I didn't overtake. But Angel and me were laughing so hard in the car we couldn't stop!
And this is really the highlights - she was a first year driver in her 2.3 Kompressor Coupe trying to beat us, a 1.3 Toyota Corolla. Cool! :wink:
After a lengthy last post, I can't help but unimagine what it is that I wasn't thinking. There is so much passion around and yet there is so little done. Had crocodiles spoken, they would say, "touch my hide, eat you alive."
And there's all that particular line of famous thoughts that splits like in-line skating - where moving forward drains you, falling down hurts you, stopping pisses you, and taking them off horrifies you.
And there are times when things get a little salty and you wish they were a little more blend; on the other hand, when served a light meal, we'll always opt for something a little heavier. Oxygen deprived Morons we are - OXYMORON.
And how about making a phone call to the wrong number, and you realise it a tad too late and says sorry right? But in-between you actually ask who the hell was on the other line right? And there and then you ask yourself, what on earth are my fingers doing right? So the question is, you dialled a wrong number, so why think so far out?
And the days when it gets to scorching, you splash yourself with water and wipe your face clean - then it stumbles upon you: a cold drink would be perfect. And you start thinking about calories and your weight. Then *poof*. You drop the idea and get a beer instead - the DUHs.
And after all that is said and done, what's with the title right? Well, I was having instant noodles, Mee in Spicy Chicken Flavor right? Yeah, so I was taking it slow and decided to just type. But thanks for your participation anyway. If you think you've been taken for a ride, tag me on the left, so I'll know who fell for it. :wink:
Here it comes again! I'm going ga-ga over something that is so remotely possible~
"Icarus"~! One helluva character!
Gosh, if I have a gun I'll shoot myself right away! To be having such thoughts is completely tearing me apart. My heart thumps till it bleeds.
Put me in the middle of a predicament and this is it - nothing worth harolding myself over my experiences and achievements - in fact, I think I should be a complete arse.
I want to meet you. So that you can slap me in the face and throw me right out the window and show me what reality is. Please, oh almighty, whatever wherever you may be - let me get in touch with "Icarus", let me get in touch with life, show me the cruel truth of day-dreaming second-by-second, back-to-back in real-life.
"Is this love? Is this Real? Love... I'll be where I want. Love." [LINE] I hate sitting here wallowing in misery. I've written songs upon songs, music upon music, and all my misery is now viewed as Hope.
Hope.
My gawd, I'm in so much pain and people tell me I'm writing about Hope. The torment of living each day with "what ifs" and "how abouts", and that's hopeful?
One, Pistol, that's all I'll need.
"Time. Flies. Away. There's a truth in tomorrow. To take away all the sorrows, as the skies fall down. There's a hope I can see, without my eyes.
Done. What cannot be undone. With promises we cannot find and lies we cannot hold. There's always tomorrow. We will be here tomorrow, without me around. There's the love I can't give, but I can't live, and I can't find, can't leave it with you.
There's no need to cry - when there's no more feelings. What hurt you and I was when we said goodbye.
What love could not try, was take away the feelings. What wrecked you and I was you and I."
And darn, I so fucking regretted giving this song to an asshole who can't fucking even say thank you.
Hey, while i'm typing this, in-between, tons of shit is happening. And I'm kinda like getting pictures of people we're considering for a film. Some of them are just so out of place!
And I think I'm fucking ugly to compare though.
And Baby, I'm sorry about all this. And I missed you so much.
And I'm so pissed with myself. I gotta wake up. And hey you, if I'm already an honest dreamer, you guys better catch up. [LINE] I'm so tired. Can I give up? Please? I regretted living, and I'm sure I'll regret dying. but if it's all about regrets, then why bother living or dying? If Wayne is right, that after death, we dissipate, then I guess I should just die and dissipate. Cos memories and living are just (as I think) - a tall plateau of hurt.
What a rush then?! It's like meteors and comets flying in all over like judgement day, and there YOU stood, holding an ice-cream in shock.
I ran through a couple of items in my head and I've come to realise how much a maniac I can be - to the extent of trying to cope with disasters with more disasters. If there's an iron bar will, I'm definitely made of molten larva.
It's not gonna be smooth riding, but I think I need a whole new wardrobe to keep up with the times, a whole new menu to feast my eyes, and a brand new personality to deal with this new millenia.
Panic-stricken, stress-washened, illness-invaded, and definitely mind-awoken to a new era of truths - this forsaken town called Singapore which I've come to realise, has many beautiful things to cover up many ugly things. Ugly I may be, but I ain't stupid. That much I take pride and that much, I think I'm wise.
Now this I got to write!