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| what's the use if you're killing time |
| 10.26.05 (7:14 am) [edit] |
i am v tired.
i just had a ravaging contest of fastest mamee eating with bennett & my jaws are sorely prised in an involuntary wreck. lets not talk bout who won. there are no losers, only gracious sisters.
i am v tired.
day has been long in an unappreciative manner, & i wish i could relive the day with a fresher agenda. there are few days i feel like undoing a boo boo, & today is a prime example. oh well, i guess the stress is getting to everyone. it brands us, you know what i mean, it sort of sneaks on us, & leeches like a parasitic virus. you get so frumpy & enervated & you think more than anything likely, its because the world fell away from its axis. i dont know, thats just how it works. thats instinct, a sad tender instinct. i didnt mean to growl today. i think the stomach overdid a complaint, i apologise.
on a lighter note, i read a good knock knock joke. cornflakes. cornflakes who ? [i]i'll tell you tmr, its a cereal[/i]. HAHAH, i think my initial guess was better, as always when i derail jokes. [i]i'll tell you nestum [/i]HEEHEE. (:
on a heavier note, i ate 4 mini cornettos, 2 packets of mamee & 1 whole ritter sport tonight. it wasnt me, it was the imperious fridge, really. how dare it coerce me into taking its innards. its almost inconsiderate.
i feel damn bad. its not even worth being subtle about it. i feel horrible, what muck food. its got eggtart & bandung & whipped cream all in one.
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| numa numa numa yei |
| 10.17.05 (4:33 am) [edit] |
side of my half.
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| & we may win though we will never be here again |
| 10.14.05 (11:48 pm) [edit] |
yesterday was the last.
i guess, no doubt we'll still return to college fer the next two weeks to self-study, & then fer 3 weeks fer the big as. but cruelly stale, we're on our own now. id like to think we always were, that sort of tames the shock of this secession. but nah, this is it. no more rules fer us to complain bout but miss. no more structure to follow but plan. what is this i cant even put together, its come so quick & gone even sooner. shit i feel so, exposed. i dont even know where yesterdays go these days. memories blur between attempts to revise & actual coverage. i dont know how this will go. lets skip the topic its getting a bit of a chore to continue.
today we celebrated my gramma's seventieth birthday at bar & billiard. snazzy & cushy place that never disappoints. i tried sth called salmon with zucchini puree & it was fwoahahot stuff (: baked cauliflower in cheese & italian crusted potatoes & pesto on smoked salmon & it goes on, on, on. oh oh dessert as usual was profusively decadent. cakes, tarts, crumbles, puddings by the whole. its a buffet by the way. by the superb way. i wonder how id like to spend my seventieth birthday. i think every year, goals change & every year self-content is measured by a different yardstick. i suppose all i want is to have a very good set of real teeth.
bennett & lenny (cousin of P6) were seated together opposite me, so then ben asked fer my phone to play games. apparently lenny managed to get some other person to lend him his/her phone such that it matched my phones model. so the two were going to have a battle. you know, intra-phone. so anyway.
ben: come nearer.
lenny: okay okay hold it still okay, like like this.
ben: eh you must come nearer just next to this part of the phone leh faster.
lenny: how come cannot 2 player still ?
ben: i think [i]the bluetooth cannot pass through [/i]you are too far, we must let the two phones touch.
haiyo i choked on my quail egg.
i learnt how chocolate strawberries should be eaten. to not get yer hands dirty you need a very patient partner who loves strawberries, & preferably, you as well. only then can you appreciate the prize before you. sometimes you still make a mess, but its worth it i guess.
january sixth is one friday where tgif does not apply.
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| it makes no sense for you to be lonely |
| 10.12.05 (6:28 am) [edit] |
why why why.
why am i such a moron.
i feel like a, rodent, a mouse rather. having my tail clipped in a cheesy mousetrap. but i must say, this cheese was, tops. if i really had to name a cheese id call it pistachio ! pistachio !
i came back, bathed, esconced in the couch fer a while, then i felt thirsty. so i went to the fridge to get a drink. when i opened it i saw a cunning shape of a pint. yes, those two men. so i took it out, on first instincts really. & i really expected phish food or at best, sth i always wanted to just buy & sit before the telly with tubby & relish away; chubby hubby. alas it was pistachio pistachio. quite disappointing really, so i just opened to see how it looks like cos i always thought i didnt like pistachio since as a nut in the first place its damn hard to open. makes my fingers ache & i can have a tastier snack with like, macadamia without straining my fingers actually. so i opened it, & out of somewhere a spoon got to my hand, got to the pint, got to me, got to me, got to me. IT HAD ME. at hello.
why why why.
no but why seriously did i just lub the pistachio ! pistachio ! ice cream when i never could have bought it myself. i have challenging taste buds, always up fer a romantic gastronomical adventure. golden delicious chips ! unbearables ! fish crackers ! life's never straight with a himbotic constant. like, like, totally.
my being here had a point to make. i was trapped & tempted paraplegic by ben & jerry, who are cunning men. is of mice & men about cheese & ice cream ? maybe i might read it after all.
the wishes coincided ! the blue fairy acceded.
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| now that’s what i meant to say |
| 10.11.05 (6:56 am) [edit] |
i drank bandung yesterday. j made me close my eyes so my eyes wouldnt taste the pinkness fer me. it was a tip of the tongue contact. with the meniscus of the fuchsia straw, but it was more than enough to more than convince me that its revolting, yucks, grossie, eulk ! yes, all that fer bandung, & its not only the colour now. ban ban[i]dung[/i] ! even the name has a shitty ring. okay now im getting far too aggressive over a drink. think water chestnut, yes.
breakfast off an old thomson street was pretty good. its perfect how j loves the crispy beancurd skin thingamajig as well. so we happily crunched our way through the noodles, a crispy mess which provided inimitable comfort. i just realised we ate alot of beancurd this morning. but its nice, i like it, the versatility of soy. which brings to mind the similiar trait of potatoes. but thats another story altogether. you know french fries are actually frenched fries, cos potato strips deep fried that way were termed as having been frenched. so its not like a french thing, from, france, you know. changi airport has very knowledgeable walls.
di zhi j & i we mugged at bishan royal macs today. alot of recollection & sharing as usual, & someone is a happy woman ah. let bliss soak in bliss, its nice seeing that girl smile, its time hoho. di get rich soon, HAHAH. okay okay i'll keep quiet.
beijing sounds better than it looks.
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| now i know; now i see; anything can happen |
| 10.05.05 (10:50 pm) [edit] |
[i]if you just believe (:[/i]
its been a dozen days & two episodes of japan hour. the attic has consumed me & amidst the hay i forgot the computer. sometimes, some nights now, i crash into the sofa downstairs only to wake finding spells of dawn rudely killing sleep. then that night the mother told me i forgot to latch the gate, & close the timber door. but i didnt remember much, maybe this is fatigue. i think i remember — the last thing before i fell into slumber, hitting digits on my cell. but it didnt get through, the message. it was probably goodnight, & a song, & a picture. yeah, that.
we went to the airport that day. j bought me a wonka whipple scrumptious caramel fudge bar, & guess what. i [u]didnt[/u] get a golden ticket. like seriously it was really quite disappointing, if you can imagine how much up we were both building. but never mind that, i dont really like oompa loompas. they scare me. its not only the wrinkles i think. oh oh oh we bought fifteen smackeroos worth of candy ! that is, quite something i must say. i think many hundred grams cos one hundred grams is three dollars & forty cents. but whos complaining, not i said the fat baker. not i.
afternoons might be sweltering, frustrating if you're out there say, gardening. but in the airport, time seems preciously graceful. its as if, someone, if not you, is leaving. & you bum around, thinking wow, these last hours i will remember. of course gotcha ! okay actually im still here. neither of us left dont be stupid. cheap thrill right, fine fine. dont laugh & then secretly go yerself, thats just, really cheap. gotcha.
bennett told me a joke that night & after laughing i totally forgot the joke. i must ask him to tell me the joke again later. my memory seems to be leaving me. but the constant guilt of impending papers aint going anywhere. i am still human.
there is a song about friday. i think its by the cure. i think im cured by fridays.
oh got guest star here. say hello !
hello.
in late october valentines eat jelly.
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