how much I missed you.
I want a friend to talk to. I want to share some of my troubles. I want to say that I'm very stressed this week, since last week.
Mummy gets worried sometimes, 'cause she thinks I internalize other people's problem, and let it affect me, and she says she doesn't like seeing me sad. Well, she said this a long time ago. Back in secondary school maybe; she thinks acting in theatre affected me, 'cause the roles I took up in school were kinda melancholic. And she thinks I internalized the psyche of my characters. And she says she sees it on my face. I don't know. I don't think I'm that method an actor.
But right now, I'm reminded of what she said. 'Cause I am sad seeing my friends being sad. And I cannot be sad for myself because, I don't know, maybe relatively, my problems are less significant. I don't know how to qualify really. And I count my blessings. And be thankful for all the things I have. And you know, we can't all breakdown at once, otherwise we'd be a pile of tears and there'd be no one to hold us even if we desperately reach out our hands. Maybe? Don't know.
Nonetheless, I do get to just write down stuff. I should be allowed that, no? Maybe not for other people to listen but just for catharsis. For myself. Here. Juicy Twisty Bloggie.
And I think when there's nobody to listen to me, I look toward my muses and my music. And maybe that's how I survive. 'Cause I farking have 100 girls to tap off from. Haha. Kiddin'. Don't read it the wrong way...
Oh Namie. HOT HOT HOT. She never fails to make me wanna run out and get some Vidal Sassoon. She's so cool, the Mensa part of my brain (if any) is saying, Russia may be the odd one out in this sequence with London and LA but whatever. It's Namie! And she never fails to make me wanna do NEW LOOK, NEW LOOK 2.0, NEXT LOOK, NEXT NEW LOOK, NEW NEXT LOOK, LATEST NEWEST NEXTEST NEW LOOK.
I don't think my method of uplifting fits everyone. I guess what I'm saying is, if you're feeling trapped, or life is screwing you over, please seek ways to help yourself alleviate it. And if you think I can help with anything. Please LET ME KNOW. I wish I was more intuitive but I'm not. I'm dense. I don't know better. I need to be told. So please tell me. I really wanna help. Just let me know...
So be it music, blogging, or talking to a friend. Please do anything you can to stay happy. Because you deserve that.
I really want an iMac... and... new clothes. And nothing else. Really. I like the London Teddy-Boy-look Namie spots in the Copy That commercial. I will try that look out once I have zee money. I already have drainpipe pants (which I realize I've never worn before! clearly, I don't buy with an aim in mind. Bad bad bad. ) But WOOT! Now let me get myself a nice swanky tie.
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