sometimes i feel like a cactus shorn off of pricks. bare, harmless, mild, boring, alone. the only way to spark off real interest is for pricks to get caught in daily conversations, to be provocative, alive, jarring maybe. there might be a tendency for u to injure or pierce, metaphorically, somebody else with sharp comments or incisive opinions, (not ill-heartedly la. i mean accidentally, like a shooting off of the mouth.) but that's better than being a sanitised vegetation that doesnt say anything entertaining, doesn't have edges, doesn't have teeth- or a tongue.
i hardly babble or 'shoot off my mouth' - controlled like a thermostat ahahaha. [i AM shooting now aren't i? aye but this is virtual. different.] unless unless im with my close friends- like the wohwoh idiots, or erica, or belle.
it's more fun being a Thermometer. i figure if the temperature runs too high the glass tube can explode or crack-burst or something and release steam. rather than a subtle bubbling under the surface, always on the verge of popping- but not quite. only on the verge.
its quite funny, today luke meiching royston sarah james n joel n i went to Faith Methodist for this supposed worship leader workshop thingy. but it turned out to be cancelled, so we just had a lunch and i went home. the rest of them went Fathers' Day shopping- excuses excuses :) i did wanna go, but since im not attending the 7pm worship with reuben, and im accumulating the guilt debt for Lack of Mugging... i headed home.
but guess what?? after i collected my bangkok photos i went and made this black paged photo album with purple organza cloth on the cover (part of my curtain) and ribbon binds. ITS PRETTY! but such an irrelevant waste of time. AND, *dingdingding* i cooked vegetables!! sigh. im gonna study til midnight today then. promise..? scowl.
guilty bald cactus.
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