Wednesday, October 13, 2004
what's in your mind when you are talking things and also aware at the same time that you must not talk things that in the end will be a regretful case of a lifetime and a topic will be used to againts and offense you. there are ears that are hypocritic and envious at any time of life, and it might be just around the corner. so whats the deal of talking things about friends that actually piss you off and you are shocked to know that there are friends within your circle that actually a future enemy. my readings told me that i am the kind who has many friends but only having a few real buddies to share my thoughts-even the worst one. so what are the rest friends that i have. forget them. i dont care. live hard, party hard, work hard. u cant please the world. there is a current which was made only for u. ur goddamn egotistic adventure. whats the point of having friends. some friends who wear mask, and in the end u reveal their shallow manner on you. and you dont know them. and they become friends no more. whats the point of having friends if in the end you have to be alone. when u died, you will be alone. so i suppose u dont have to be afraid. its like a day full of fun and then u end on ur bed alone, reminiscing all of the fun that day. except that u are with somebody.
what am i suppose to tell beside that there are hardship written on my palm and thats how my life in the next coming years. i will be waiting for that very patietly. things are uncertain, what can u tell. i guess i would be still a very wordy person and telling stuffs out of mine and other people's mind. its fun to know what people say about their life. u can make a laugh or even tears out of that. as my life myself...dry martini and a long night talk might be the description of nights in front of me. marathon sex will be within the schedule if i am seeing someone. LOL. more and more caffein and cigarettes. more and more waiting and endless thoughts of what i will do. a big waiting on my palm. and life is like a box of chocolate.
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 6:33 PM [comment]
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