I did the most craziest shit yesterday.well at least i think it is,according to my standards and rules of what-to-do and what-nots.well,i prepared myself for the worse possible outcome already even before my solid state acted out the plan.but still,something's inside me is till begging for a reply.a normal-to-good reply that is.well,actually a reply is good enough.hope i dint scare the angels and freak out the devils out there with my moment of madness.sigh.
I was talking to robyn a few days ago on msn and looking back,i realised the bulk of the conversation can be converted to a song.on a random note,i'm hooked to sunday morning by maroon 5.look at these lines and tell me how you can't be:
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you
2 words.I like:)
And just to set the record straight,don't confuse the description at the right side of the blog.my good friend robyn added that in.but only the 1st sentence applies to me.the 2nd and 3rd?hmm,i dont think i'm simple and slightly boring.and no i'm seldom serious about things.lols.
