; the shooting star that destroyed us all

I wish I could catch a glimpse of a shooting star.

Wouldn't it be nice to make a wish upon the universal symbol of hope and faith? Yes, yes I know, I can be a hopeless romantic sometimes.

Funfacts, anyone?

Do you know, that Marlboro Lights are actually a decent replacement for Reds? Just as good, if not better. And that means alot, coming from the biggest Reds fan you'll ever have the misfortune to meet.

Couple of plans for tomorrow. Gardens to study with my Sis, who's been pulling my guilty strings by her constant whinings of not meeting her for a week. I didn't realise it's been sucha long time already! Record breaking, hahaha! Otherwise, town with Michie, to uhhh.. 'celebrate' her attachment! The first putting to use of what she's been mercilessly pounded with on an almost daily basis by her Poly lecturers.

I think I should stay at home though, for a little self-study session, the first this entire year, no joke. I can't afford to, and I'm not planning to screw the most important exam of my life up. NONONO!

Sudden craving for japanese cuisine. The last really good one I had was a buffet sorta thing with the parents at some hotel. Riverwalk, Riverside.. something close.

Oh yes, Mich's entry (btw Mich and Michie, both frequent appearances on my entries, are two separate individuals, both lovely and intelligent ladies la hahaha) on the Butterfly Effect have really gotten the cerebrum working overtime. And I'm going to apply it to my life and enjoy the subtle benefits I'm sure I'll reap.

The complete amputation of hurtful fragments in my life, and the exhaustive elimination of certain people from my memories..

The consequences could be disastrous if that was possible, for a large part of my current psychological being has been moulded from those, and if purged, I might become an entirely different person. Better or worst, I don't know. But I'm certain the stark contrast would startling in the least, if not disturbing.

My way, I choose pretend to forget. Thus, I'm still the same person, but I simply don't know, or remember what I don't want to.

You might think it a complicated excuse fabricated by your truly to run away from reality, but in all honesty, I think it's an ideal plan that would make me shitloads happier.

And that's what counts. (: