keep your sunday alive.

keep your sunday alive.

i remember, not too long ago, but long enough to classify as 'long ago', saturday nights were usually spent either going on road trips to faraway [national] locations or spent just...chilling out with justin's group of bangsarians. i wasn't all that younger, and i was having fun, hanging out, and just chilling. even the weekdays were spent hanging outside si wan's house [she's a hottie, really], and...well, it was quite cool. i've never actually belonged to the cool clique [though i don't really know if i'd describe it as a cool clique, but it was shitloads of fun]. i guess that identity issues and shit like that were the last things on my mind, and even my meddlesome personality issues were more than okay because...well, they were meddlesome but tolerable. even for me.

shit, how time's changed things.

over the course of the last few hours, i've discovered that...well, i'm a quasi-bum who's still as directionless as ever. which, of course, is a good thing, granted that most of us at this age are made to be like this. the question of 'what's the point of doing all this?' runs rampant, and...well, we don't really learn all that much from it. one reason why rum-coloured hair and adidas sneaks are wanted would probably be...well, let's put it this way, i'm having a quarter-life crisis, as john mayer would so put it (re: my stupid mouth, room for squares).

i've managed to [possibly] piss off my ex-girlfriend by telling her that i hate her boyfriend [truth...? i do!], while pissing off another good friend by having her fight the urge to wring my neck over being a dick about relationship matters with the aforementioned ex. plus, to add insult to injury...i totally agree with her view. that, #1, i'm being a dick and that i should let it go because hannah deserves to be happy and #2, i'm being a dick per se.

how does this connect to saturday nights? simple. here's a formula:-

events + company = less spontaneously stupid thinking from mr. tai.

i need a social life. and i don't mean taking to the empty shrimp flavoured pringles tube, or the arnott's shapes box. then again...shite, there's really no use in complaining.

now, with may ann coming back [yummy], there're a few problems:

1) a totally physical relationship doesn't work when one party wants something more
2) the biz council...i'm a terrible president and i need to be there all the time to ensure that i do a good job
3) it's hard to make out with someone when your harem has been moved upstairs, to where your uncle hangs out and watches tv all the time.

fucking briliant, eh?

it's now 20 minutes to dawn on a sunday morning. i haven't slept yet, and i'm very hungry.

i'll shut up. for now.