Mamak Night
Went for London School Of Economics Mamak Night. May possibly go for the buffet next Tuesday. Things are great at LSE. I try not to think about how great it is, how nice the buildings look at night, how many Malaysians there are over there, and et cetera. But fuck, it rocks. May just hang and chill there whenever I'm free I guess. Also there were a few girls I could see myself liking if I had the chance to get to know them better. Adds significantly to my imagining what life in LSE would have been.
Gave myself a haircut. Always a bad thing to do. My sister saw it coming though. I can hardly go two months without doing something absolutely barmy, she says. Will post more of that in blog-city perhaps.
Had a chat with a close friend the other day. More like he had a problem, and for some weird reason decided to talk to me. The chat shed light on some rather intriguing issues, issues which I always try to push to the back of my head. It's great to have that feeling, that you're swooning over someone, totally smitten with her and all that she does. You're in great delirium, your mood is peak, and for some reason unbeknownst you just want to take it a step further. However, then what? Make a move? Does it get better? Hardly ever, it seems. So just live with it, my philosophy would be. Don't dip your toe in the pond in the first place.
Which may be the reason why I'm in this rather sad state. I could be a romantic and look on the bright side of things - like construe a smile as a sign of reciprocy, or gush over the slightest brush of hands or cutest exchanges of banter. I could be a poet, cry at every sunset, run to the moon and back for the target of my affection. Basically be a sensitive geezer.
But it'll never happen. I'm too fucking cynical.
Gave myself a haircut. Always a bad thing to do. My sister saw it coming though. I can hardly go two months without doing something absolutely barmy, she says. Will post more of that in blog-city perhaps.
Had a chat with a close friend the other day. More like he had a problem, and for some weird reason decided to talk to me. The chat shed light on some rather intriguing issues, issues which I always try to push to the back of my head. It's great to have that feeling, that you're swooning over someone, totally smitten with her and all that she does. You're in great delirium, your mood is peak, and for some reason unbeknownst you just want to take it a step further. However, then what? Make a move? Does it get better? Hardly ever, it seems. So just live with it, my philosophy would be. Don't dip your toe in the pond in the first place.
Which may be the reason why I'm in this rather sad state. I could be a romantic and look on the bright side of things - like construe a smile as a sign of reciprocy, or gush over the slightest brush of hands or cutest exchanges of banter. I could be a poet, cry at every sunset, run to the moon and back for the target of my affection. Basically be a sensitive geezer.
But it'll never happen. I'm too fucking cynical.