I'm a Butterfly

this is my 201st post for this blog.

but i think it includes my old blog one's too.

cause somehow i imported it into this.

but anyway, that aint the point.

just came back from Thailand!

have lots to say. but i guess i shall cut it short.

went shopping but not much.

went to many temples. around 7! *faints*

slept a lot. like a lot. haha.

got on the bus to sleep. got off to pee.

got on to sleep. got off to eat.

well wellllllll. have been thinking a lotttt during the bus trips.

that's when im not actually sleeping.

but well, have been thinking of (1)my studies thing, and also (2)rls stuff.

(1)i cant believe it. but i've been thinking about staying in JC.

i dont want to go out in the working world at what? 23 years old! ;(

&i have friends back in JC. it's tiring to start everything over again.

i can register for poly now already. but that is if i already know what course i wanna take.

course? probably Marketing or Business Study Grouping.

BSG is like, we get to choose in the 2nd year what we want to take: Marketing, Business, Logistics & Operation Management.

yeahhs. so..idk lahs.

(2)well anyway, i dont think i like him anymore.

it's just that i never really decided to let go of it.

i mean, it has been really long already.

and so not worth it.

i guess what i actually enjoy is the flirting part ;X

like.. as A said. i guess im exactly like her.

that's the most exciting part, eh?

i guess that's the cruelty of life.

but on the other hand. i have no idea why but i enjoy that feeling.

that feeling which overcomes you to smile to yourself.

to actually miss someone.

and also the lovey-dovey part.

i mean, i thought he liked me. well, thought.

but i thought over and over again. who am i kidding?

This wordless conversation is causing me to feel claustrophobiac.

i guess im just one of those butterflies one wants to catch and keep.

when you have it in hand, you will keep it in a jar.

it's as though it is your Prized possession.

but you would just keep it. and chuck it aside.

the butterfly is of no use to you.

but you wont let it go. never.

unless the jar breaks and the butterfly is able to fly away

after not being able to for a long time.

but im not that kind of butterfly.

im that kind which wants to fly; cant stand getting tied down.

prefer travelling alone, thinking about things.

i dont think i can find an owner who is willing to keep his butterfly in an opened jar.

well i guess i just created a metaphor ;\

ahhs i miss Literature! ;(

im tired.. i guess i should stop at a single flower and just wait..

I am a butterfly.

Though not beautiful and elegant as much as i try,

but Free as ever, Light as ever

I hope i meet Someone who knows how to fly a kite.

I hope he's not Someone who keeps me in a jar so tight;

or always want me in his sight.

I dont wanna be kept aside, so please make that Someone lose the lid.

For i won't quit.

it's a really lousy poem, but i dont careeee.

alrights. have to go bathe! havent bathed the entire day!

then watch gossip girl and crash! ;)

nights~

PS. i think you were hinting to me? and yeah, i get it. totally.(no worries. no sarcasm here.)

PPS. I BET I GREW FATTER! I DONT EVEN DARE TO WEIGH MYSELF! ;((( xinfinity!

PPPS. maybe i should change the blogskin ;X again!again!again!