mood pensive

All on my own.

I am so detached from hall it is amazing. I just read someone's blog, and splattered all across the computer screen were names that sound familiar, faces i used to see everyday, and in my mind i could almost hear them say my name. Could picture their lives unfolding on my 14" screen.
But reading about their lives, their relationships, their everything, i could identify with none of them. at all! It is as though they live in another dimension, another time. Somewhere along the way, by some force greater than self, we reached a fork on the road, and we said a silent bye.

People forget, and people move on.

that day J told me, "ya how come ah, you are always so solitary, no clique one!"

and somehow i felt a tiny surge of pride from some unknown sources. because really, what is wrong with being solitary? at least i wont live at the mercy of people's attention. i wont have my emotional wellbeing laid on the line, jeopardised by the sheer transience of people's affection.

but it just feels so strange. I am in another world.


I feel indescribable. Like wanting to go bungee-jumping to let something out of my system. :D