Sun, sand and insecurities

A good weekend on the whole.

Spent the whole of Friday with the guys. Jon, Kenneth, Gavin and I hung out at Sentosa the whole morning, swimming, playing stupid truth or dare games and just laughing at everything and anything. Its good to have guys who'll listen to everything that has been bouncing around your skull and sympathise and give comfort and support. Went over to Jons house when the weather looked like it would ruin our day at the beach. Watched a bit of Iron Man, played loads of Magic, talked lots of cock, and ate loads of BREADDDD. (right Jon? :P)

Saturday was nonsense, Sunday morning started with a stupid rubber ball cricket game. For one, I don't like people telling me how I'm supposed to play my cricket. It irks me. Let me do what I like, and shut the hell up. Please and thank you.

The side of me that I thought had been buried and left for dead has resurfaced with a damn vengeance.

Go away.

I don't want you here.

Cheers.










"I've been travelling on the road too long,
just trying to find my way back home.
The old me is dead and gone.
Dead and gone."


(Yes I have used these lyrics before. But I think they fit.)