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Monday, March 3, 2008, 08:19
So here I am. Alone.
Well, it was my choice to come here early. ^_^; And now I'm terribly hungry.
The Student Lounge is like a cruel tundra. Especially when you come unprepared. But hey, eye candy~ *smirksmirk* I see an interesting looking young man sitting a few ways away from me.
Nevertheless, nothing obstructs my view. My eyes could see him clearly~
*swoons* What a guy~
Anyway, enough about that. Nothing good can come out from doing such a thing. Except, well, a nice memory. And perhaps it can prove useful for fantasies under the blanket. =P
Oh my, I simply MUST avoid this topic. Sacreligious. Blasphemy.
Interesting.
Yes, I am bored. You can tell me that. But hey, you can't expect much from someone who woke up at 5.45am, walked a 10-minute path from the bus stop, AND hungry. Terribly. ;__;
Waiting doesn't help, I noticed. Or does it? Gah, curse you Hermits. I DO want to bust a move! But I often seek the company of my friends or my loved ones. Why? I'm a withdrawn person who can casually walk into any restaurants and have her meal alone. I could just go all the way up to the rooftop, equipped with my iPod, book, and maybe an empty notepad to jot down anything or write a short story.
That was me from before. My form 4-5 life.
After being scarred from a friendship-gone-wrong, I adapted to that lifestyle and managed to earn the title "Psycho" among my brethrens. Well, my own race, to be precise. Be it funny or serious, I take that title to heart and live up to it.
Why? Because everyone is black-and-white. With that title, I know I have more colours than everyone else. I have the power to think through my own methods and others could never possible fathom my very thoughts. I was far above Kaisers.
I was Heimdall himself. The Watcher of All Beings.
But such a lonely life it was.
Such a lonely life.
Now, I believe I have changed. A lot. A part of me tells me that I am a better person. But the me from the past tells me to return to who I was before.
The Lonely Watcher, perfect and efficient in everything.
Except for socializing.
*sighs*
And I noticed that my sudden change of personality has given me lots of trouble. Especially with my Father. Especially him.
Perhaps I should revert to my old self...
Or perhaps I should give this one a chance to bloom itself into pure perfection. After all, The Lonely Watcher took two years in the making. The results were excellent towards the end.
The first year has ended. Now a new one has begun. The second year.
We'll see how it goes. We'll see. Labels: personality
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