And nothing's changed.

Take me past the color of your eyes
Take me from the past of all my mistakes
To where the future lies
I know that my moods were
Changing like the weather
Do you ever dream of us together?
Now I just want to show you who I am.

Well, no it doesn't work out like in your thoughts.
Well, you ARE opting to wait it out.
Well, it's fucked up, that's what it is.

New people, and taking one of the last trains to the esplanade.
Wrongly accused of going clubbing [AHEM, Mrs Gay] in my hoodie and purple hi-tops, haha.
Semi-unsuccessful attempts at studying.
I hear those comments again. ):

Well, we all know that I'm fucking up again.

...is a real boy.

It's just monday morning blues, you say

I lean on the fence and feel the metal,

cool against my palms

It's just monday morning blues, I think

As we sit there and I laugh a bit too loudly

It's just monday blues, all day

And you promised you promised you promised

And I know I know I know

You lean in close, I'll talk to you soon

It's just monday.

Don't ever tell Locke what he can't do.

I've lost my camera and I am this close to freaking out. ): ): ): ): X100000000000000.

I WANT MY CAMERA. IF FOUND, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RETURN TO ME.

I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Yes, that's the one.

And all you want from me is a broken heart.

They had heartaches, and hopes, and plans for the weekend.

They had boyfriends, and girlfriends, and families, and friends.

Maybe they even knew you.

And there you went, with your finger on the trigger.

You took it all away.

I wonder who they were, but now nobody would know, because all they'd be defined by now would be you.

Now that you're somewhere else.

Me and you

And my medication.

Bye bye midyears.

It's pointless pointless pointless, because I can't think as I've lost all purpose in this silence.

Your smile keeps me up for days.

I wanna be a part of everything you're giving to me
A funny little kinda feeling and I hope that you see
That I'll do anything so you're never feeling down
Let's get over it, let's get over it, let's get over it, let's get over it RIGHT NOW
Let's get over it, let's get over it, let's get over it, let's get over it.




No, I'm not done with lying here on the roof terrace, gazing up at the non-existant stars in the sky.
No, please don't make out in front of us, thank you.
No, I don't want to go home and be alone again.
No, I don't need tiredness and sadness and god, fuck all this thinking you know?

I would thank you for your words.
I would like more of them, please.

Suntec City lights can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.

Now you're standing on your soapbox, yelling from the rooftops.

Maybe this placcid and peaceful feeling will tide me over for awhile before I get back to worrying and feeling upset and nasty shit like that.

Lousy high jumping on friday.
YES EIGHT PEOPLE CAN FIT INTO A PROTON WIRA, IT'S BEEN PROVEN!!

I had a whole lot of fun this weekend.
My brain is nice and empty.
*smiles to self and twiddles thumbs*
It needs useless knowledge such as differentiation and the human respiratory system crammed into it.

Cause I'm ridiculous like that!

I was funny in fishnets, Bryant was crazy in coat and tie, Regina was silly in skirt, Beatbeat was IN THE MOOD!

SPITBALLS, MAGGIE MEE AND MMM, ICED MILK TEA AT HK CAFE!

Beatbeat: My mother always says that I go gallivanting.
Tai: OMG. My parents always say that too.
Bryant: My mother too. Maybe they all have this secret club where they say 'My kids always go gallivanting.'
Beat and Bryant: 'THEY MUST BE STOPPED.'
Regina and Tai: *choke*

So it was rock and roll, and tortured souls, boys hitting on Bryant and wanting to jump his bones! And running around the Esplanade because we are fun like that.
And then FFB yanking me, and scaring the shit out of me cause I thought it was Beat.
So random, hellooooooooooooooooooo! :D

It was flailing arms and legs and dancing around, and getting stared at by the non-us people.

Tai: People always stare at us. Are we weird?
Beat: No we are attractive. We are pretty.

I love the Esplanade.

HAHA KNEE DEEP IN SIN. Or something along those lines.
Mmm, sleazyyy.

We are so last year.

I knee-ed myself in the face doing high jump.

Yeah, it hurts.

You aren't jumping, he has no hesitations in informing me.
I know, I say.

I want to hand in my badge and resign.

You and I don't give me my due respect anyway.

She looked at me incredulously.

"What? 24/7? All day long?"

I tilted my head to the side.

"I guess I've gotten used to feeling this way, but it doesn't mean I don't mind it.

It still sucks."

It still sucks.

LIKE A FUCKING STRAW.

Rock upon a porch with you.

Because BeatBeat tagged me with this.
These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

Eh, too lazy to do the end bit. Anyone, go ahead.

1* I hate round brackets - ( ). I always use square ones - [ ].

2* I like to wear really large red sunglasses because I get to people-watch in peace.
And when you're wearing sunglasses, people think you can't see them staring at you or something. It's pretty funny.

3* I'm scared shitless by pictures of clowns or clown dolls.

4* I can, and have, spent entire days at home in my pjs.
It's terriblly depressing actually, and I recommend that nobody try it.

5* I have a habit of writing on any surface available.
Books, tables, my jeans/shoes/arms/legs and everything else.

6* I used to want my name to be Aerin.
I don't know why.
I like Tai now.

And I said, it's not for forever and always is it?