Hypothetical.

If only life-specifically mine, could be so simple and beautiful. If only there were such things that could continually stir such emotions, from within the self.

Cringe Worthy.

Is it just me, or are couples who are unabashedly overt about their affection online, nauseating. It's not just bad enough that thanks to facebook, social interaction between friends are now frequent bursts of narcissism limited to a 150 characters-which although counter intuitive, makes the it easier to senselessly go on and on about every and any event that no one particularly cares about.

Honestly, I don't understand the need to publicise being affectionate. Which is why I masturbate alone, in private. Also, the woman who I keep locked up in my cupboard. I mean, I wouldn't be able to focus all my attention on being obsessive and tender and loving if the whole world knew about these things, especially the masturbation.

Well, this has already taken a weirder turn than I originally intended. Whoops.

Success!

Hehehehe.

Handwritten addresses, notes, Super Mario stickers and happy, happy, songs. Would have posted pictures if only flickr allowed me to!

I think I should do something about overusing the comma.

Disconnect from reality.

Thankfully, I am nowhere near this depressing in real life. I use deprecating humour as a shield instead and secretly hope that one day some one will pick up on these horribly unsubtle hints. Which is morbid, really. But, you won't catch me telling this in person!

Ha ha.

Temporary Measure.

Mark Ronson & The Business INTL "Bang Bang Bang" from Warren Fu on Vimeo.

I cannot sleep. I have spent the past 3 hours in bed attempting to fall asleep, instead I find myself obsessing over a million different things. I hope an outlet for these energies present themselves soon.

Things That Go Bump In The Night.

Sometimes I cannot sleep at night, because I am hounded by thoughts of the future. I wonder, if I will always remain this poor, miserable, love-less person and grow old all alone. It gets worse when I reminisce about wasted opportunities and lost potential. It is times like these when I am not getting enough sleep, because a healthy dose of unfettered imagination is the perfect remedy.

I think I need to go get some more sleep.

Bittersuite

Can You See Me Now?

1. Start writing down things, in a book. Again. Because there's nothing better than ink on paper. There's also nothing more romantic.
2. Read books again. See above

Damn this cursed body!

It is ironic that serving the army has caused me to be in both the best and worst physical condition ever. I am now significantly stronger and in marginally better cardiovascular shape thanks to my service. However, this is also going to be the second time (in my service term, and life) that I am going to have to be under the regular care of a specialist. This time around instead of cracked bones there are even scarier terms floating around like MRI(!) and surgery!(x2) Which I hate, because nothing fills me with more dread than the horribly lifeless forum of all that is wrong with the human condition. I hate that this body is built so shoddily, that it is harmed by the littlest of things. I need to be able to claim compensation for this injury. It isn't right that I should have to endure physical abuse and not claim care for it.

Also, I find it very hard to work up genuine concern for things and people. It is something that I will have to work very hard on lest I condemn myself to an empty, selfish life.