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Thursday, March 15, 2007
i need attention.
i crave attention.
i want attention.
i love attention.
i adore attention.
i embrace attention.
the spotlight. the centre of attention. the feeling you get when all the noise around you dies down and you speak out. alone. expressing an opinion. letting others hear you. for a moment there, you're the king. for a moment, you're the focus of the room. the hall. whatever. this is an opportunity. a chance. you crave of it. you think about it when you're alone. practising the speech. the thought. everything. in the bedroom. when you're driving to work. walking to school. eating lunch at the coffeeshop where the uncle who sells you a heaty and oily kway teow overcharge you. rage boiling inside. but none of that matters. this is it. your moment. as you open your mouth to speak, you choked.
that's life.
recently i met this gal. well, gotten to know. she's a nice person. someone who i can talk to. on the phone. face to face. smsing. any way possible. someone special. we do enjoy each other's company. very much to say the lost. erm. i mean, least. :). we chatted for hours on end. seriously. for hours. and dammit. how time flies. real fast. there is always something that is on our mind. well, a few times i timber. pisses her off totally. but she still holds on. woke me up by yelling out my full name. grrr. hate it. hate it when people call me by my full name. i mean. its not that bad. heck, they have a shopping centre named after me. (p.s. this is my blog, i can say whatever shit i want.)
i think she's crazy. and sweet.
*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*
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