hokay dokay. am freshly frazzled from the works of training in the rain.
ho. i lost a few things this day.
my nose, still running, 
& my waterbottle,
who plausibly escaped from feeling too bottled up, like you know,
a plastic sense of emptiness.
okay stop, yogs. right.
now. days have been pretty average, what with the continuing transfusion of the syllabus and absolutely imbecilic haunting ways of project work. imagine the glee when we got over and done with the op dryrun yesterday. jigged away to town with the classmates.
am sorely disapppointed to say that the takafoodcourt is now NEVER THE SAME AGAIN.
went happily fer my redbean classic blended, you know,
quite very mechanically cos ive been at it ALL THIS WHILE AND THE DESSERT STALL USED TO BE THERE, LIKE, at that, corner. but no. its now some rice stall.
its so tragic how people gradually remove the pleasures in life so discreetly. like how, when i wanted to buy crispy beancurd today
veggie uncle told me some boy just came and grabbed TWO BAGS OF THAT SOLID STUFF.
and and like how, the fruit stall at ghim moh had no pineapples nor balukus when girlfriend and i went to check it out today.
anyway, where was i.
oh yes, red bean. & then later we left fer borders. sat outside it
at coffeebean where eugene camy and me, we lounged and laughed at ourselves, punctuating our conversation with daft thoughts and recollections. very amusing, really.
& we didnt care that mrs snapple claims that frowning burns more calories than smiling, cos it seriously depends on the degree and extent
of yer smile, or frown, fer that matter. (:
allright, eyelids are losing stamina. ill get back to the big screen soon enough. so stay in.
taboo. (:

looney fumes, back in action. (:
ranting helps. alot. thanks eugene, fer caring yeah. appreciate it loadsa. deleted my previous entry already cos after a while it just seemed pretty, muddy. am attuned to things now, am cool. thats why, diesel92 is back, and kicking. (: allright i shall updatedatedate soon but not now, cos the mum is nagging and the daughter is sleepy.
till then keep it there. aye am baek. -winks.

am drained. went to do pw in bolivia. oh did i say bolivia i meant boon lay. wretched bena lives so darn far my butt ached like hell as i got off the mrt seat. journey there requires another back, mind you. right as i entered the station i felt something was amiss. and indeed, i have left my 8250 at her place. i miss it so much now, i dont care if youre old, dont care if youre outdated, i dont care if you dont sound as pretty as others. i dont mind yer monotonous rings and retarded vibrations. i just want you back, okay. badly. :(
this leads me to my next need.


 


he's so so adorable lahh. that smile is his and no one else's. he's my husband but its sort of a long-distance thing. you know, how common such things are these days. shux. he's the cutest thing ever. and that bod. okay stop stop.
in conversations with bennett never fail to amuse me. he was trying to tell me something bout pearlharbour this evening. here goes.
him: zhe zhe you know what.
me: no, what.
him: the japans right,
me: the what ?
him: the the japans right, they
me: what japans. im sure japans.
him: oh uh the japaners right,
me: bennett, japanese. japan-ese.
him: zhe zhe, the japanese right, they have many machines you know, they bomb the pearl harbour you know.
me: oh i know.
him: very powerful you know.
me: the japans right, very powerful right.
him: yah.
me: japanese, remember okay. they are people, so, you know, add the -nese.
him: allright.
michael: bennett, people from the phillipines are called ?
him: i know, phillipeeneese.

my mum flipped.
im not too bad a teacher lahh okay, its just you know, that boy assumes too much.
fer now, billy crystal appeals with his words. (:

"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

i need, a, pillow. peaceout muffins.  

OVAL.
say hello glenda.
HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
persons are coming over fer dinner tonight. & then, we're gonna watch movies. glenda lee & me. all thru the night. fer the longest time.
glenda reveals she likes mr bean cartoons. most absurd. i prefer the real thing actually, the real bean.
okay, what went wrong is on. laterr. (: 

-what you have going in will be intensified on the way out. so that if the connections, the love, the bond is strong, you're likely to do well, and become even closer. honour, cherish, nurture the relationships within the family, it'll stand you in good stead in case something terrible happens.

-christopher reeve, 1952-2004.

WHITE CHICKS IS SUPREMELY CUTE.
EVERYONE GO AND WATCH IT. YOU'LL LAUGH IN BALLS.
okay, movie yesterday was sorta a stolen leisure, cos yeah promos are still ongoing. end only on thursday, can you believe it ! i wont. saw many many persons from many many colleges, free and gay that their eoys are way over, and they looked like they've got all the damn time in the damn world to watch damn movies. weediculously weeeevolting.
sectwo brother has got his budds over. fer tennis and badminton and ps and everything non-examinable. stupid catholic high hasnt got eoys. so they are accessed on like, small tests. which ended yesterday. i cant stand this its simply, simply red. okay the colour was to accentuate anger. breakfast club, pretty in pink even st elmo's fire. radio blasts in my ear. bye bye michael. eulk. brother has got funny friends. hahah. theyre so hilarious. havent spoken to them but you know, this is called nonvocal evocation of hoopla. the highest form of entertainment yet, in this home sweet home on a banal saturday morning. what ho. someone i love just got -tschak ! (: ah well. the downside of having fab friends is that, the other sex notices them as well. am suddenly reminded me of something my bestfriend hit me with the other day i was with her.

what do you call a nun who's dead ?

a. dead nun.
b. dying nun.
c. bleached crow.
d. heavenly nun.

i pride myself on hitting her back, with absolute dorkiness but a reply remarkably amusing. (:

nun of the above. -grins.

one is clearly zonkers. 
squeeze me. HAHAH. damn white chicks puts me on a sugar high.

" if I could fall, into the sky
do you think time, would pass me by
'cause you know i'd walk
a thousand miles
if I could just see you,
tonight."

-guffaws like crazy.

man, these guys sure know how to rock.
so much more inside. good stuff.  

when i grow up i wanna be like blackie chan. -nods.

so it has come to this. the disingenuous hours that have fanned procrastination, are now dimunitive. in a little more than a day im faced with the commencement of horrors. voila. ten nightmarish days. ar. arr. arrr. agony expressed in a series of geometric progression. this is insane, no ?  
by the way, the previous entry was entirely gibberish BECAUSE it was very late and brain was out of kilter. was disposed to delete it but daryl challenged me to leave it there, as if to remind readers of the ubiquity of mumbo jumbo in this tblog. -whistles. anyway, i think, sometimes, many people fear too much. myself being another victim of this apprehension. fear manifests in little and many ways. presentiments that haunt me, now, and then often take me by surprise. with this fear theres confusion. im unsure, as to how, and why, i feel those ways. then with diffidence one pushes aside, distractions. but, you feel altogether overwhelmed when they come back again. i dont know. im just being too free. nows not the time to fret about such unconsequential matters.  
you better not cry, you better not shout, mr oops is coming to town. 

boredom infuses, inspiration assails.
purely fictional, cease your assumptions.
till then. wish me luck for the cosmos.

london bridge is falling down

have you forgotten,
how we used to play ring-around-the-rosies in a circle,
hands clasped so tightly lest the roses get stolen ?
have you forgotten
how, during london bridge
we stood so close and prided ourselves in the
everlasting arch, under which millions loved to steal entry ?

have you forgotten,
you said you'd find me as soon as you were done counting to twenty,
though sometimes id say do thirty,
deep inside the dusty wardrobe
i prayed for you to open it
afterward i'd act disappointed,
asking for another chance to hide,
when actually all i wanted was for you to find me again.
then i would be happy that
next time, you'd never lose me,
and so wouldn't i, you.

when we were little both,
we played and thrived in each other's joy.
we were glad.
we were carefree.
but
time has ruined our game.

********************


its been more than thirty,
or forty,
and still,
im in this dusty wardrobe,
waiting.
have you forgotten. 

-yh. 021004