As much as ive always wanted to pen my feelings down at those very exact moments, my thoughts are no less than the chairs and tables left in disarray. nevermind us being outspoken by international peers. nevermind that no-smell durians are being grown. and nevermind that maids are getting only 250 calories of food a day only.

but how possibly can a classic extrovert tango with a dedicated homebody? its like tigers going vegetarian. ludicrously moronic. then it hit me that i once scribbled something about chalk and cheese and its non-existant connection. sure, there's over a million and one things going on at this point of time. but certain memories are still etched close to your heart and mind - as much as you dont want them to.

pleasant, unpleasant. memorable. unmemorable. gone. wasted. maybe that knock on my leg was a good wake up call, minus the scar of course. how else am i going parading in such a condition now? jeans maybe. and i certainly do miss all my homies.