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| put you to bed when you've had too much to drink |
| 04.30.05 (7:39 pm) [edit] |
this, is just pathetic.
im living in an apartment, where items are continually being moved out of. my computer's speaker is in my new place; the top half of my double-decked bed is there; my cds are there; my trophies are there; my food is there.
i really feel like a recluse, like you know, an adrien brody preparing fer role in the pianist two. oh yes, my piano's still here thankfully. (:
so fer breakfast i was so damn hungry & all i could find was cereal. like wth, after cornflakes im so damn hungry still. i wont touch milk & i dont like the peanut butter in the fridge. i told my mother to buy skippys skippys skippys then she surprises me with planter. LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD. planter is so damn salty & & &, artificial. grosssssss. so yes, im in need of some happy food. luke, im your peanut.
days have been, eventful, to say the least. alot has happened & is happening. but surviving, surviving. oh & fer those interested, the thing on my foot is not a corn. i dont know what it is, the doctor didnt say but come tuesday im going to nsc to have it BURNT OFF BY LIQUID NITROGEN. yes, capslock, very scary. what if they pour wrongly & like you know, burn off a toe ! i shall be really upset & chagrined. imagine having to face the social stigma, feeling so, inadequate & incomplete. then ruddering will be so, awkward ! shit im getting paranoid.
[i]so, i think you should move here.[/i]
fer 4 years & 219 days, i'll save a dollar everyday. starting now.
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| this clock never seemed so alive |
| 04.26.05 (4:58 pm) [edit] |
hullo (:
-okay that was glenda from the computer lab reporting live. now we are all in the lab; me, legally, yash & glenda illegally. because they were late fer lect & so very considerately decided not to be late fer class. tis good, i approve of such meaningful considerations.
SIGH. let me sigh one huge SIGH. like this,
HAIIIIII.
kgjds;irasf. okay that was fer you.
sjnovirlgfdn. thats fer yayeng.
;mngirvwaopr. thats fer yash.
RSWGOL;NIMFAIPGFRE. thats still fer you.
okay life is currently very, dismal. okay maybe not that bad; but definitely not up & about. i am, tired. tsk then suddenly theres this yawning advertisement on the radio. wth, i tell you its a sign. i need to stay at home & sleep fer the longest time. like, glenda. then i wouldnt clonk 'round, looking like a zombie, feeling like a zombie.
ah wth, someone set up a sleep shop. id pay like fifty cents to sleep fer fifty miuntes, so thats, ten cents per ten minutes. not bad. my allowance allows me to sleep fer, WOAH, FIVE THOUSAND MINUTES. which is, (glendas doing the math)...
OMG. EIGHTY THREE AND ONE THIRD HOURS. OH MY MOMMA. i feel like a potential sleeping beauty. teeHEEHEE. (:
know that affection [i]stays[/i],
over & over again, like, a medley of my favourite songs, fer my favourite actor.
o', un[i]v[/i]ex me here.
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| in other words, hold my hand |
| 04.17.05 (7:50 am) [edit] |
[i]the dawn is breaking-
a light shining through[/i]
like post monsoon, hell has passed.
& im good, im up & bout once more.
things get me down, things get me up,
but in the end, its whats left unsaid,
whats indescribable that is understood,
& realised.
[i]you're barely waking
& im tangled up in you[/i]
so it might be true, that every crisis carries a promise,
that things can only progress henceforth. that every absence only awakens the ignorant heart, & lessons are learnt, hard & well.
[i]
even the best fall down sometimes,
even the wrong words seem to rhyme.[/i]
nevertheless, strength has been restored. (:
& onwards, its just gonna be all typing, & entering, no erasing, with minimal [i]editing[/i].
[i]rarrrrrrrrrrrrr.[/i]
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| lead me, out on the moonlit floor |
| 04.16.05 (6:09 pm) [edit] |
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stop stepping in here like you own my mind, cos you dont, & telling me to change my sheets when the only reason they're soiled is because you spilled my tears on them. you ask me to try my best in everything but whats the use when nothing cares to you besides acads. im going away, dont ask.
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| shrouding us in moments unforgettable |
| 04.09.05 (10:12 pm) [edit] |
my thighs, deltoids, shoulders & face hurt. back was aching like muck too but a lil massage made say, shrugging, less painful, so its good. still, movements are stiff & restricted. rarr.
rob thomas is here with me in this scorchin' weather. i like his tune very very much.
[i]& you sing to me and it’s harmony
what you do, to me, is everything.[/i]
i have hell lot of homework, that just sucks. i cant work in this, flammable environment. i did say that i was solar-powered once but thats fer rowing, not essay-writing & calculations. woah so hot i wanna go fer ice cream buffet.
speaking of buffets, i read the papers today & parkroyal has penang hawker fare ! i need to fly there like now, though i just had lunch thats of little consequence, & eat all the penang food. ahh why dont the penang cooks come to bishan. the only things that come to bishan are like, spongebob squarepants, sly, & bra sales. what in the world lah.
oh no i think im about to perspire even though the air con is blowing right above me. this is terrible, i refuse to perspire, this is ridiculous. ooh my corn plaster is still on my corn. please flatten corn, then i can run properly. i suspect theres a splinter on my second toe, cos during the bridge run yest i was barefoot so now my heel hurts like shit & i think ive got a splinter, eee.
& so you see, sunday isnt very nice at all. eh i want ben&jerrys chubby hubby ! my fridge is anorexic i shall fatten it up soon. okay, gp gp.
[b]he[/b]: ive been reading philosophy, you know.
[b]she[/b]: thats good.
[b]he[/b]: yeah, studying life & well, the meaning of life.
[b]she[/b]: interesting, what've you got ?
[b]he[/b]: well, the meaning of life, is, [i]you.[/i]
like a damn mosquito, im a sucker allright. (:
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| all that i have, is for you |
| 04.07.05 (5:12 am) [edit] |
why.
i have so many questions, but i know,
that half of me does not want, to take cognizance.
the other half is simply, continually churning out more,
& damnit,
more questions.
its like; when i look at glenda, & for that five whole seconds of a complete eye contact;
we know,
we know that sometimes, most times,
we're together,
alone.
'tis laughable, but laughing hurts.
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| 've always loved your singing, climb aboard, don't let go |
| 04.02.05 (11:06 pm) [edit] |
its raining, & as most sundays are, theres nothing up & happening. the week has gone by, in a most unflattering manner. oh well, hope coming week will be better, though i doubt it, i so doubt it.
i get it why eighty percent of blogs honour their mums an avenue for drivel. i do, i do. i wish i could say it was another of her naggish bouts, but shes got, more intrusive, & unpleasant. i dont know, is it just, during this time when knowledge of the to-be-18 change frightens & threatens her authority. 've decided to leave it hanging, because if she wont listen i wont talk. and if she talks i'll, hear. i dont need all this crap in my life okay, i dont. & when i say i know, just leave it at that i can care fer myself & so i will.
i also get why people like to go all sugar-coated in a certain corner of their page & dedicate a one-liner like " youre the first & last thing on my mind " to a particular you in their lives. cos with the banal realities of life it is just comforting to know that the you is there to make sure wrongs are turned right & the best is made out of the worst situation. so, in all earnestness & gladness,
thank you.
g: get well soon okay, i wanna see you bop bop bopping around in school so we can wave and call each other loudly across the whole damn canteen. when you can finally eat without puking i'll treat you to pandan cake okay. the whole cake. see you seven girlfriend. (:
TO THE ELEVEN TWERPS WHO PRANKED ME LIKE, TOTALLY: love forgives now, but next time you all watch out. im still thrown back by yer, unity in punking me. maybe love does not forgive totally after all. hmmm. (:
i want an ipod badly.
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