ramblings from station 1 (v1.2)
i was in the middle of typing a post and it performed an illegal operation and had to shut down.
GRRR.
anyway.
it was such a thoughtful post ok. i'm super irritated now.
and.
i wont exactly call it a crush. it's more like an unhealthy obssession. like smoking you know. haha. it's like a fleeting, impermanent state of mind i have entered. i dont exactly want to be out of it. to some extent i miss being a love sick puppy. haha. but i'm not manic depressive about it. it just plays in my mind over and over again. i bet half of you at least are just dying to know right? heh. not gonna tell. :P
but it'll be let go off soon. haha. SOON.
in some sense i try to block you out of my mind. each time i sit here in front of my work station typing away, i block you out and i dont see you anymore. but then, at the end of the day when i go home, squashed in between a balding, sweaty IT executive and a bitchy, "please come over here and punch my face cause i've had a bad day and i'm venting it all on the people standing next to me on the MRT" female secretary, my iPod plays an old love song and you're back in my mind. perhaps it is comfort that i can still think of you.
funny, they're playing 'Walking away" by Craig David on the radio now.
i want to run away.
back to work. sigh.
we did it all for love.
i was in the middle of typing a post and it performed an illegal operation and had to shut down.
GRRR.
anyway.
it was such a thoughtful post ok. i'm super irritated now.
and.
i wont exactly call it a crush. it's more like an unhealthy obssession. like smoking you know. haha. it's like a fleeting, impermanent state of mind i have entered. i dont exactly want to be out of it. to some extent i miss being a love sick puppy. haha. but i'm not manic depressive about it. it just plays in my mind over and over again. i bet half of you at least are just dying to know right? heh. not gonna tell. :P
but it'll be let go off soon. haha. SOON.
in some sense i try to block you out of my mind. each time i sit here in front of my work station typing away, i block you out and i dont see you anymore. but then, at the end of the day when i go home, squashed in between a balding, sweaty IT executive and a bitchy, "please come over here and punch my face cause i've had a bad day and i'm venting it all on the people standing next to me on the MRT" female secretary, my iPod plays an old love song and you're back in my mind. perhaps it is comfort that i can still think of you.
funny, they're playing 'Walking away" by Craig David on the radio now.
i want to run away.
back to work. sigh.
we did it all for love.
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