I'll kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train.
I'll kiss you all starry eyed my body swinging from side to side.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

Here is the church and here is the steeple.
We sure are cute for two ugly people.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

You are always trying to keep it real.
I'm in love with how you feel.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

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I think people find a certain sense of solace in being emo.

Because in your day to day business, you're out there trying to solve everyone's problems. Noone pays attention to your needs. They pile you with their load, but there's noone you can stack yours on. Noone permissive enough to stay buried in your self-indulgence with you.

So being emo does have its good qualities. It's solace in the fact that you still have, well, you. Whenever you need to sink yourself into an abyss of distress and unhappy things, you have you to depend on.

I'm not emo, I'm just stripping things down to its ugly truth.

That's why, marry the person who has always been indulging in you, with you, or even without you. A person you'd do the same for.

Mayb it's time I stop wearing myself down for others. It's not palatable.

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Dinner with Leen a couple of days back was quite enjoyable. We had a mini QnA session over Carls Jr. . That woman, she never fails to crack me up, and treat me like a maid too.

Q: How would you feel if you were stuck in a dense tropical forest?
A: Dirty.

Upon her answer, I wore a blank stare for approximately 1.5 secs and subsequently burst into prolonged fits of laughter.

Leen: *tai tai ordering-maid-around tone* Refill the drink with your concoction.
Me: *takes final sips and starts to fiddle with the straws contemplating if we(oh wait, correction) I should get a change*
Leen: *tai tai ordering-maid-around tone, accompanied with crossed legs and very careless waves of the hand* And take the straws out and get new ones.

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I can't wait for Tioman. I can't believe that hoping out loud, for a holiday by the beach, actually worked. Retreating to sun sand sea beer and cigarettes is the only thing I can think about right now.

Alrighty, time to leave the office.