its been three weeks since ive blogged. possibly due to too many happenings. everytime i pinch myself to remind myself to actually blog bout something memorable or worth reinstating in words, time prohibits. now, while the rest is absorbed in college life, im at home, bishan, sick & sick. sick of actual illnesses and sick cos i just realised the evolved tragedy of certain exigencies. my nose is running, my throat burning, my head throbbing and my fever damaging. my temperature is many big digits. wth.
first thing at the back of my mind is [i]you[/i], no shit.
wait, i need to know how to say this right, and aptly. its not how you would think it is, yet its not time to revert now, you know. where such things are concerned, its hardly easy fer me to just, i dont know, stop it. okay i sound moronic, so maybe its better now ? these feelings that you place above all are incessantly returning okay, its not like, youre alone in this. ive alot more to say, to shoot, but i dont know, dont think youre actually interested to hear anymore. dont wanna hurt you more than ive already done so. just, just, nothing.
second, had a smashin birthday, thanks y'all. especially to those two jokers in my life, beztar and zhi, namely. seriously, who'd appear at one's doorstep at 2230, a birthday cake in hands, and singing the song then and there. only those two darlings. of course, how could i ferget the omniscient captain's ball my mates gave me. had darn loadsa fun asking fancifully wild questions. -guffaws. love them all, alot, alot, alot. plus everyone else. and all things lovely. seventeen is good stuff (:
cross terrain is serious business, no really. nikerealrun was sadistic. running along palawan and siloso was painfully exciting. sand kills. seriously, sand is, shit. after you plunge yer feet into the sand, so deceivingly soft, you hafta lunge it out and trudge forward some more. under the bloody sweltering fireball, hell. no wonder i had a nightmare that night, dreamt of this singer with a course voice crooning my birthday song. her name ? sandy moore.
my frame is on the verge of dismemberment. spasms of coughing have been throwing my lungs upward and flinging them -plops, back down. painful, extremely.
lord, help me. i need, oh yes i need to get well in time fer the 28th. triathlon is no small fart. -wheezes.
meanwhile, shaun ho ensures biceps and triceps remain top of a canoeist's agenda.
oh what a coincidence, [i]sick and tired[/i] by anastacia is on. perfect ten is marvellous.
[i]++ everytime you cry, save up all your tears
i will be your rainbow, when they disappear
wash away the pain, 'til you smile again
i will be the laughter in your eyes,
every time you cry. xx [/i]
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