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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Just my imagination

“There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
We'll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
There is a game I like to play”

Why, oh why can’t I?

Last Saturday, I was out with my little cousin. We went to Vivo City, which is not so big at all, which is why I’m wondering what the big hoo-ha was about. After awhile we realize we’d rather be in town so we left for orchard to look for my LBD. I couldn’t make my mind up so in the end the only thing I bought while I was out that day was my dinner.

My little cousin and I bought Sushi for dinner and went to some quiet corner, in town, it was no small feat, and everywhere you turn there are people. Finally, we found a relatively quiet corner and we settled down. I was trying to open the Soya sauce pack when everything spilled, but thankfully the dignified looking old man beside me looked and asked if I’d like some tissue which I was rather in for need at that time.

Of course I said yes. I ate quietly with my cousin but after awhile I started chatting with the old man. He was really nice and I realized he lives in town. Goodness, why am I even writing this down in my entry? Alright I shall not go too deep into it and start a psychoanalysis on myself.

Why must we conform to fit in? What if I’m just not meant to be in?

I wish I could find someone very much like me, someone who ares, someone who would always be there, someone who would play my silly games with me, someone who would believe we could really be whoever we dream of being.

I’m sorry can’t honestly say I’m working towards a better person this time around because I’m not even sure if that’s who I am or who I want to be.

Who are the people who really cares? Don't say you care just because you're there. Everyone is here but not everyone cares, not even some of those who say they do.