on medication

i can't sleep. i'm having a headache. though staring at this screen won't help, i hope the panadol would. mmm. warm water and panadol...anyway i need to speak. about something. anything.

love you shaun. hope you had a great 21st. i think you had a great 21st. just remember: east side. TEG. always there for you.

it's funny how you have so much on your mind, only for it to blank out when you reach the blank screen here. blogger's block. but i will speak anyway.

ian is strange. as much as he loves the vague game, beating around every single bush, he'd like people to be straight forward with him. he is a simple man. he likes simple questions. involving preferably, just yes or no. he hates questions requiring 'additional' answers. he doesn't really enjoy open ended questions either. and he despises trap questions (eg. questions that, however answered will leave him in a precarious position, anyhow. girls seems to love asking anyway). with girls, it's dangerous. every word could have a double meaning. it's a literal minefield i'd say. guys, it's so much easier. you can shoot him, scold him, bang him, slap him, whatever. at the end of the day, we're still friends. not so close for the time being but still...friends at least.

mmm, many many issues to settle. unfortunately, most involving people who are not here. i.e. abroad. wait for them to return then? there's much to say. and much to ask. and many people to catch up with.

wouldn't it be nice.
if you could just hang out as friends, nothing more or less. just coffee or movies. chat.
wouldn't it be nice.
if you could have a summer fling, fool around, knowing that there's nothing going on after all and still being friends at the end, who can hang out. coffee and movies?
wouldn't it be nice.
if there were no misunderstandings, or grudges if it didn't work out. and that after it all, coffee and movies are still possible.
and i think it'd be great.
if it did work out. then, he will take the lead and show you the way. my way. coffee and movies. and more.

haha, no. ian's not lovelorn. he's just making out an ideal situation. ideal...for him that is. mark of a commitmophobe? perhaps, perhaps. for ian's just a simple man. with simple wants and simple needs. hmm... coffee and movies? stroll by the beach? chat by the pool? more? haha, why... i'd love to.

ok i think panadol effects are taking over. becoming a blabbering idiot. apparently too many aren't good for you. shall go sleep now. good night! and sleep tight while i nurse my head.