Friday, June 23, 2006
i'm her destitute relative

i could build a tower out of steel and stone, but trying to build a bridge to you is something i can't seem to do.

watching friends all day does this to me. get me all sappy, i mean. instead of being focused, discplined and studious, as all good jc students ought to be at this point in time, it being the last friday of the holidays before the exams and all. i am going to get an f for math. i warned my mother already. she just looked a bit stunned. my sister, who's still rather bitter about us being too poor to send her to england, claims that 4 a's are nothing, at which point i coughed pointedly. she didn't seem to like it very much when i told her that i won't be getting 3 a's anytime soon (or ever). but hey, people like me exist for the sole purpose of making other people (like her) feel better about themselves. i wonder when i stopped comparing myself to her. it must've gotten tiring after sixteen or so years. dreams are for those who can afford to have them.

incidentally, i ate an entire box of peanut-malt candies. i'm going to die of an internal heat stroke, or maybe i'll just get sick. becoming immune to my latest painkiller. i'll have to find some alternative soon - maybe after blocks.

if i could turn this dust to gold, you'd see it clearly - trying to earn your love is just like trying to learn the art of alchemy.

and hell, why i would even try to earn anybody's love is beyond me. i refuse to feel obliged to earn it. i won't long after it, won't yearn for it, won't do anything melodramatically romantic and sappy. hah! beat that, past-self! the lyrics are from the alchemist, by russel watson and lara fabian.
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