This is not about you

No more ranting, no more rambling, no emoticons, no narration, no HAHAs or WAHs, because words define you. I have always wanted to be perfect English.

Be pretentious and altruistic and capricious - whatever it takes, as long as they don't think you're stupid. The scientific method does not apply to words; there is no metaphorical ruler to measure the depth, accuracy or precision of words. Stupid people (and not academically, you fools), keep away from me. You are not worth my time.

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Imagine this: Tuesday late morning, sharing an entire cafe with three strangers (the out-of-work executive, the teenage delinquent, and the educated housewife whose bookish veneer has long faded), reading your own book, constructing your own scene, with the over-priced cup of coffee you don't really like, the plate of donuts that are really meant for two. The morning light hits you just right at your spot by the window, the warm glow buffing you round the edges. Reading, but not really reading. Waiting, but not really waiting.

This is loneliness by construction.

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You must have upset me, though I am really supposed to be mad at you. Then again, maybe there is no you. Maybe I am shamelessly abusing the notion of you, all too familiarly.

Doubt, be skeptical. Maybe I am like a reluctant commercial, trying to sell you an idea, a concept.

L-O-V-E LURVE!

Yo ho ho I suspect I have fallen into teenage lurve once again. Or rather, I succumb to any passably attractive attribute of semi-strangers just so it gives me adequate reason to go hopelessly emo during events of Mass Celebration like Take 5. Ho. Ho. I am unamused by myself, actually, but it is always nice to suffer from unrequited lurve, for it is not that serious, and I believe that soon I will get a visit from the Muse of Emo Poetry. Yayness!

(: I suspect I am feeling semi-delirious and happy because of the 23940384 dumplings I shoved down my throat and all the other oily things I inhaled. Omg I am so getting high on lipids. Waah. Well, on the eve of Chinese New Year, I entertain no emo thoughts and will instead dazzle the world with my astounding humour and capacity for shamelessly typing OMG. Ho.

La! I must admit that I am really happy because youtube is loading trashing Taiwan drama which is completely frying my brain, but, well. !!!

So, really, I love everyone but nobody loves me. But it's All Right, because I love emo poetry and emo lines and works of Inspiration. And so it has always been true that we took the diagonals of the classroom, but now I remember it, and I can put it into words, and that is enough and not enough at the same time. Just like how you are the only one who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time.

HAHAHA. Okay, I so did not mean that last line.