On a Saturday work day...

I am mainly chilling out with the 'Best Mixed of Music- Class 95fm' and blogs.

I gotta admit 98.7fm sucks these days.
Blah!

My dreams,more often than not are weird and sometimes bad.(if not most of the times.)
I just wondered why.

This Saturday...I would hate to go town.

I do not wish to meet your usual Saturday crowd.

They make me wanna go dye my hair pink so I can stick out like a sore thumb and then really sing Pink's "You make me sick".

Blah!

Ever felt attached and detached at the same time?

That's me.

Sometimes I wonder what is the kinda facade I gave to stangers and friends?
Facade...Is that a right term to use?

I see that girl down the street.
She's young and beautiful.
Looks like she is the happiest lady in the town.
But hey,she is looking at me perhaps thinking likewise too.

Disclaimer*The 'me' is not me.It's just an analogy,so to say.

Via our eyes,we truely only see the facade.

I feel beneath the skin and it just seems to me now,is not a right thing to do so.

As time goes on, this solitaire c8t loses her sense of empathy.

She just closes her eyes and think...

"What a *beep* place!"