Uno

I watched a french movie yesterday at a french embassy-esque building yesterday, it was _____.
I don't really know what to make of it. I'd like to think that it was mindblowingly intriguing, because it would be intellectually satisfying, worthwhile, it would be.. something. But i'm afraid i'd be making something out of nothing, in a desperation to be arty or what-not perhaps.

"We fill ourselves with things to make us who we want to be"

i don't want to become like that.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0362265/trailers

nonetheless, what, or rather whom i wish to rant about is in fact, the company.

i think i would like to stop trying.
it makes me feel so small, and it becomes a race for your affection,
although i know that you might beg to differ.
i don't know what i am to you,
and you will always mean that something to me,
but i'm not going to race for you to accept me further than a close acquaintance,
although i am completely aware that you have legitimate reasons to treat our relationship this way.

i met weiying on the bus today.
we acted so different.
i say act, because i know the us i knew would never.. be like how we are now.
has life completely consumed us to the point that we don't recognise our friends anymore?
i was screaming inside in joy upon seeing the girl that i've spent the most high and lows of life with since forever, but all i could summon was, oh my goodness, hi.

really.


on a happier note,

hershey's okay!