wooden heart

Im now sitting here in netcafe for bit while. it's obviously unintended for my sis pushed me to go online. i' m kinda bored then since i dun have any purpose to come hehe. it's not like last night, i came OL juz wanna have a very great quality time wid a fren whom i always miz to talk wid, yes im addicted to him actually , i dunno why. whenever he told me sumthing that everyone mite say it's not really special and touching, i feel so good and special tho, and sumtime i think too much, hence the meaning on me perhaps beyond what he supposed to say and mean , it's weird rite? i think and feel too much about him.


i dunno what my mood is rite now. everything's so boring. i sumtimes have my mind walking to remember and recall things that i used to do to distract everything from the boredom. anything but so simple and affordable like taking the nap, crying till falling down asleep, or telephoning sum girl friends to demanding the hot gossips ( yes, it's juz for unconditional situation like stuckin my head in the shit boredom , like this hehe, for another time i dun do it, believe me , dun look dat way hehe), and playing everything on pc eventho i dun need them worked or played for only irritating my eyes in the end.hehe. well, they're juz so last years, tho i still do sum sumtimes. but actually i have my new remedy for solving and getting away the sickness and shit on me. it's reliable for sure,that it is taaaaa-dddddaaaaaaaaaaa MY NEW BIKE!. i feel so much crush with my bike too much too alot as if i have got my dream car or getting holiday trip to sum wonder land. i play with it every morning when goin to campus and every afternoon when having time off, that i feel so damn nice as i can let my brain breathe dat good and i can play (sumtime it seems to break) every lil pieces of bones in my body coz of the movement, and at least i dun really worry bout my weight-reducing program ( in spite of i dunno it works yet hehe) what i wanna admit is juz i love my poligon bike soooo much like hell.( too much, no?? o.O)

im now playing a very classic song by elvis p, tittled wooden heart. hmm i dun really notice and get what the lyric tries to tell, i think for the term of wooden heart itself, it's telling how wooden our heart is as it's juz so vulnerable to b broken by sum irresponsible ppl (im mumbling actually please dun take it personally). well i dun care, im not there.

ritey then. i do keep bitching my boring stuffs like mad , before i turn off like bastard, better to go heehe. whata weird nite i have