It's not hard to please me.

I think.

You buy me fancy notebooks and I'd be happy.

- - -

You know what sucks most when you think you've let go but then one day you realize that you actually haven't because deep down inside you know you're still hung up on him?

Yeah.

It's not being able to look at other guys and not see or be reminded of him.

That sucks.

- - -

My feet are sore. My back is aching.

Today, I went out with the two craziest people: Dorky and Fake! That isn't their real name, of course. Yeah, we like using aliases because we're cool that way. Not. Ahem. HMV was our first stop. Shogun was sitting on the shelf. Declaration, however, decided to run out of stock. Or hide, like how I found it in another branch of said store. Swan Songs, unfortunately, doesn't exist here, which isn't that all too surprising. I know, I know; I've already gotten the album online but my sister (who unfortunately has developed an infatuation with HU, thanks not so much to yours truly) wants the CD itself. Boohoo. They're what I'd call "dirty" and "explicitly obscene". I like "dirty" and "explicitly obscene" - very much. Heh. They're wicked. Sick. Awesome.

You get the picture.

We had a late lunch at LJS. Then we did some aimless walk around the plaza before heading for the Esplanade where we spent a good few hours (I think) on the rooftop talking and shooting crap with each other. So when the sun had finally dehydrated us enough, it was time to get some killer drinks - green tea. We walked some more and ran into an ex-classmate who called me by my name. I think he's grown taller but his hair, yep, has definitely grown longer. It made me chuckle inside and thought, yeah, he's always been that gay anyway. We bade farewell and...well, we walked some more.

Hahaha.

Now I'm sore in all places. And my back is killing me.