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| every night i fall asleep; & this is all i ever dream |
| 09.24.05 (5:24 am) [edit] |
after dinner before the telly we sat.
disclaimer: sometimes, indignation springing from pride can lead to downfall.
nett : this is the woman who sang that song you know.
i: i dont know who this is. shouldnt be lah.
nett : yes shes the one who sang that what ah, that, tsk..
i: aiyah nvm i dont know anyway.
nett : the ji dan (egg) one.
i : what in the world, nvm i still dont know.
nett : yah yah ji dan.
i: wah my my, look ! her name is fish.
nett : where.
i : as in really, see, fish leong.
nett : oh oh yah hor.
i : you know right, her brother is ken. chicken actually lah.
nett : yah.
yah his head lah.
dyzyd today. happiness, from prata to karaoke. (: i must say, the girls really make me happy. one's cuckoo brained, the other's just beztarish. so yes, day's neat.
that day over pancakes & honey, fat ass said sth to me. its easier to forget than forgive. which, on hindsight i think is v true. sometimes things happen, & we get upset, we get offended, we feel shortchanged, we get ugly & things dont get better do they. so forget it, & think forward looking thoughts. doesnt mean leaving the emotions to be dormant only to resurface one day emerging even more intense. its, letting whats over be wholly over, & being convinced that tomorrow will be better, surely. okay but things like katrina & rita, thats a different altitude altogether, pun intended.
i had san lor hor fun today. twas good but i dont want it tmr.
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| the road is long, with many 'a winding turn |
| 09.17.05 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
good morning vietnam !
okay that was a very random cry, oh its a very old movie starring robbie williams by the way. alright not that i watched it, just came across it in mj when j & i were browsing titles. i got a find ! one flew over the cuckoo's nest. yash yash excitement shall commence soon aight ! i recall merry saturday ! ravishing cartel morning glory ah, hopelessly blissful fat letters j&y. happy birthday to bennett later on, at bar&billiard, where food corrupts young appetites. too stuffed to say more, really. but twas powerful (: then mooncakes mooncakes everywhere fer the night, late late saturday night fever.
& so after 3 hours of sleep i awoke to torrents, harsh rain slapped with coarse winds, & it was time fer terry fox. then i realised not even the rain was going to stop my family, other families from dragging the sleep off to sentosa, to run in the name of good. so we did run, complete with slosh, rained upon mudtracks, & the persistent company of drizzle. i must say it was a v v heartening turnout. but that also doesnt mean im not sleepy. im drowsy with a busted knee to boot. not a v good combination, buckling under (lack of) sleep. have i mentioned, i think i might have parkinsons. when i scoop up a spoonful of soup, only half reaches my lips. im sh sh shaking. can anything more apt than stress describe my sorry state. maybe distress. i think no amount of sleep can ever make up fer the debt ive incurred this whole week. okay it probably sounds stupid but i want to go & buy a mattress & run away to sleep. like, anywhere. okay not near hurricane-potential sites actually. to dream you're flying is one thing quite wonderful, to be actually actually flying in dusty air is another really. its, just, cannot. i want slumber, long, sweet, & untainted with rude morning sun beams. i hope in my endeavour i shall not encounter kidnappers who will cut me into six pieces, or worse, seven.
the mummy is bringing me to a sinseh later on to have my knee i dont know, looked at. maybe he will do the hammer test on my knee, & it, being out of my control, may kick the physician right in the face. that will be quite disastrous. kids dont try this at home. i wanna get well so i can not hobble down stairs crippled. painful painful, sadcase.
i made a tremendous discovery. acapella songs make me damn damn happy. they just might be second to acapella 'if i aint got you' & 'for the longest time'. the latter is unbeatable (: & so, rockapella is flooding my playlist. along with falsetto prince james blunt. at night, its just the songs, me, & the attic. isnt much of a party but we make do, nothing gets better than high societies. (:
1. drink up, 2. dont rub the nose. apologies fer aggravating the sneezing, which is allegedly a consequence of being on someone's mind. (:
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| as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth |
| 09.10.05 (11:28 pm) [edit] |
i know i know, coming on now, one day just before the big pees just isnt the sanest thing to do. when already you've provided everyone with the false impression that youve been laying off to conscientiously bury one's mind in knowledge slush. but no, i betray myself & will deceive no further. so here it is, p fer prelims p fer problems. synonymous, really.
i died fer awhile sometime back, & i thought i lost even the hang of this blog, but the most hermetic lifestyle forces you to abuse the cursor & click all over the damn place such that you land yet again, in somewhere familiar, & somewhere you thought youd never stumble upon again if you could help it. im in control when i hold the mouse, & i sorta like it. i wanna hold the, clock. so i can stop, playback, rewind, time as much as i want, as happy as it makes me. like like like, i wanna go back to the start of september holidays, or if i might push my luck, to the start of june holidays, or, to the start. just that, of everything. i wouldnt live differently, but id be reliving all the moments once again, instead of feeling guilty now, just thinking bout having had fun. this drivel is all stress induced wait let me get my thoughts in line.
i guess all i want to say is, i am alive. for now. ask me again come 21 september & it might be a different answer. or silence. corpses dont speak.
my my, i love track five of [b]j.a.m.[/b]— [i]spread it around[/i].
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