And then. I stop. Because I can’t think of anything to be emo about!
What the…?
Why would I be feeling emo if there’s nothing to be emo about?
OR maybe there are things that I’m emo about, it’s just that I’m too lazy or too much in denial to pen them down.
And the thought of that, is really, indeed, making me emo.
Sometimes I wish I could cut myself off from the world. Not care what people think and say. Do what I like to do, and do it with vivacity.
Not be so dependent on everybody, and not be so scared of everything.
I think that’s why I like watching reality shows. Coz I could never ever do it. I could never put myself out there, being broken down and scrutinized by every single TV-addict (like myself!).
On that note, I’ve been watching Hell’s Kitchen recently.
Ooh Gordon Ramsay!!!
Season 4 of Hell’s Kitchen is really good!!! Don’t tell me who won ok! I’m only at episode 10. Usually I would slurp it up really quickly, but Sandy loves Hell’s Kitchen too so I gotta wait for him to watch together.
And with that, I just went from being not emo, to being emo from reading other people’s blogs, to being not emo when I realize that I have nothing to be emo about, then back to being emo over wondering whether I honestly don’t have anything to be emo about, which resulted in me squeezing out one emo paragraph, and then again to being not emo coz I’m talking about Hell’s Kitchen + Gordon Ramsay + Sandy.
All in a good 5 minutes.
Oh well. And you wonder how my other 23 hrs and 55 minutes in the day go.
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