Ever wonder why sometimes we just tend to think of silly, impractical and utterly unrealistic things?
Or is it just me?

Sometimes,
I feel like a prisoner to my thoughts.
It controls my behaviour.
It controls my mood.
Even more ridiculous is that they are merely a fraction of my imagination.

Alas!
As if visiting the silly social networking account can make one know the person better.
Like real!
Stop the foolish dream.
What's reality?
What's fantasy?

But somehow,
sometimes,
I guess we may just need to dream abit.
Dream about the 'what-ifs';
That'll make life's story a little more light-hearted.
It's funny how when I feel down
thinking of this issue just cracks me up.

O the silly teenage thoughts that one on the verge of attaining full adulthood can actually conjure.

I guess I could just continue 'crushing' all my life and remain a swingin' single;P

urgH..why do i get the feeling that this is a totally nonsensical post?
O the IRONY!