My right chest hurts. For the last three days. No idea what's wrong.
And somehow it worsen over the night. Now it fuckin hurts whenever I do anything more than shallow breathing. Feeling tight inside. The next sneeze/yawn/sniff may just kill me.
Shall go see the doc tmr.
Should I not make it pass tonight, you know I love you.
I haven't felt sad for quite some time.
Today I went through my Locked Closet. It's an apt day, cold, grey and rainy. Couldn't remember for a second where the door is, but still I found it. I briefly glanced through photos of memories, and frowned somewhat at shots that I thought exist, but couldn't be found. Saw the silver box too, with the book of memories within, the gaiety of red a poor disguise of tears once laid.
I remember, how swift, the change of tides.
Subdued feelings, but not that sad.. not very at least.
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I feel sad tonight.
It felt right, and for weeks I wondered if it's right and the season ripe. Thinking and feeling, feelin and thinkin, waiting for a chance to straighten my doubts. And right on the verge, the door slammed shut on me.
The sudden sadness, and then you know it. People sense tranquility before death. At that instance, it all appeared so clear all of a sudden. The one moment when you realise the answers to all your questions. She's the right one of course. Just that at that moment, I wish she's not.
How sad, that I know my feelings only when it's too late. Funnie, that she knows it before I do. It's supposed to be my feelings, damn it. Didn't know I'll feel sad till I really felt sad.
Most regretfully, when there's finally someone who fits, something screws up somewhere. The one girl who warms your heart flies away, the rest whom you know doesn't suit, stays around. I think i'm too nice, once again, yet I haven't even tried. It doesn't work out this way. I should stay a mean bastard.
What a chillingly sad x'mas card. Christmas have never been kind to me, that's why I've never like it much.
Another joke on me, thank you very much. The retarded 'ho ho ho'. I know what it means now. I'm the real cow.
I have a void in my heart that needs filling up,
and love on my hands that needs giving out.
I watch the minutes in time goes by,
yet did nothing to arrest my wasted life.
My swirling head of insipid muses,
I remember dreams from yesternights
3 minutes of surreality, without bearings on me.
I do feel like a fucking prick.
I have to stop going around, breaking girls' hearts.
Not very nice of me.
Another night when my mind feels dull and listless.
"Drifting, drifting.. I'm drifting away.."
This place is in need of new breath.
I did it. with Zijing.
it's over and we're both champions.
was a painful experience for a huge majority of the 7h 15min, but our determination was unwavered and unmatched.
Proud Finisher of 42.195 km.
To quote my friend who's almost as brilliant as me.
I asked "when's the best period of you life?"
Angie, 7yrs old: "when I was 2yrs old; I have no worries and everybody pampers me~"
Tom, 28yrs old: "22yrs old when I was in university; I had so much freedom and studying is definitely better than working!"
Chris, 61yrs old: "55yrs old when I just retired and it's finally time to enjoy life with my beloved."
Mary, 50yrs old: " 48yrs old when my youngest son graduated from university and all my children are finally successful adults."
Jimmy, 12yrs old: "when I grow up! adults can do many things which a kid cannot do! I want to grow up faster!"
treasure every moment of your life.
It has been a pretty touching few days since Sunday.. Touched and delightfully surprised.
It could be due to the fact that I am getting older and more charming. Or perhaps I'm just charming. *cough*
Just received my very first present for this year, together with a wonderful piece of cheesecake and a card from Weiweiweiweiwei. mmm... no wonder I had to undergo all the probings from her last night. Scheming girl... but oh so sweet.. haha
Really ought to write more, but this sudden wintry weather since last night do slow the brain down and halves the conscious time you have.
Snooze me.
Sigh,
Grey Skies
Drowsy noons
and Vanishing nights
See,
Rainbow
In the grey
Eagles in flight
Jeremy is AMok King
Dylan is AMok Duke
Yijie is AMok Jester
Yongli is AMok Prince
Alex is AMok Kia
We were known as AMok Party.
And we still are.
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I messaged dylan on a whim, and he sent me a link for an online game, LoGD, an imitation of the classic Legend of the Red Dragon - LoRD, that we used to play on BBS years ago (1994 ~ 1996 ?)... That's the Bulletin Board System.. a country wide network similar in structure and concept to today's Internet. We were pretty advanced kids those days.
Childhood stuff that stays on with you. It still flows in our veins.
== AMok Party Rulez ==
I shall start tracking the list of films that i've ever watched... and maybe give them a star should i feel like it.
one day....
I am still Alive.
- donated blood quite some time ago
- watched hou hsiao hsien's city of sadness
- watched Cuban Rafters
- took part in Canon Photomarathon
- exams are coming
- exams are coming
- exams are coming
- i have to wake up
Today in film class, in a fit of excitement, the lecturer said " ..blahblah.. guys fucked around...."
I'm a little sadder than i think i should have been, somehow. Which mean it's getting a little too deep and a little too unhealthy.
I sure would love to backpack thru euro with you.
so Cuban Rafters tomorrow. 1 pair of tickets, 1 pair of butts, need one more. who can i get? shd have just booked 1 ticket for my solitary butts, given the odds. i can even shoot some pool alone.
A run will clear up the gloomy weather in me, once the gloomy weather outside runs off.
didn't read her blog for a while, and just now i suddenly panicked for a sec. now that i did, i'm glad she's fine.. still cheery and complaining and fighting at least.
i'm relieved..
i wonder when i can or will actually go down and see her..
how the importance of schoolshit pales in comparison when we take things into perspective. stressed over schoolwork? my ass.
get well soon, my dear fren..
I have been very lazy today. I have been very lazy this week. In fact, I have been very lazy this entire semester. What if...
A thousand unseen forces are weighing down on me. Sometimes they make me breathless, sometimes they leave me exhausted. Sometimes I get sleepy. At times i feel relieved, but it only last till the next moment, when my mind awakens.
I went for a photo-seminar today, a talk by Straits Times photojournalist Ong Chin Kai. I borrowed a photography book from the library. After which I had lunch at 6pm. The smiling KFC idiot gave me a piece of drumstick instead of breast meat. That spoiled my day. I want to be a photojournalist. I also have a presentation on basic photography due on monday.
Things get uglier when you get too involved. Not knowing too much is a bliss sometimes.
The forces are making me sleepy again.
Look to the sky and sigh out loud
Shield not my love, these wayward clouds
A brush, a palette in my hand
I try to wave them off.
50th Post. It really took some time.
I am hungry so i eat
there's no mee pok, oh damn it
I eat white rice, i'm Chinese
sometimes i have, spaghetti
Go to school, every morning
what's the point of, studying?
After one year you forget
what you learnt in Chemistry.
I took A.Maths, but dropped it
couldn't integrate, oh headache
I had B4 for English Lit
after i learn, write poem
Had a teacher, Evelyn Tan
She's quite lanky, and funnie
It's not too bad, my English
Maybe can be journalist
Jokers from The New Paper
I think they, cannot make it
Like reading, ToiletPaper
"(No pun intended)", my ass
I had eaten, so not hungry
mother cooked me, some porridge
She likes vege, i like meat
She says i'm a carnivore
today is a strange day.
today, i've been talking to myself for the past couple hours. it's the after effect of soccer in the morning, the on-coming rush of endorphins during and after playing, like the consumation of love. it feels sanguine.
it's like the spiritual enlightenment and tranquility of religion. it's my religion. only happens after this passionate affair, feeling the flow of love running thru your veins.
i am at peace today.
when i'm at peace, i look at life in a different light. in the vivid colors that should have been, in the black n white tones that truth is.
I wish to feel like this every week.
mee pok at 2am
sinus prob at 4am
my right nostril is burning and i know not why.
alarm at 8.30am
can't sleep
sweet dreams are over.
it's term break.
omg.
2 months left till exams.
the fear of failing is a powerful force.
fear can propel one to do great things, like studying.
i am fearless.
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Soccer wasn't too good on sunday. Got rammed in the face as usual. Point blank. Left me a bleeding cut below the eye and a new definition of shape to my beloved specs.
I'm going to break the bank and get the Canon PowerShot S2 IS with my life savings. It's gonna leave me penniless after that, but what good is an index finger without a shutter to press on? ... Not much i'm afraid, except for digging the nose with.
Another listless night where I sit around and doodle away the time, then pretend to be surprised at how late it is, how fast the day faded away.
Ate too much.
My canon powershot A70 died.
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.
You have been the one,
you have been the one for me.
What next? I miss the memories we took.
With my hands, thru your lovely brown eyes.
And I still hold your hand in mine,
In mine when I'm asleep..
If you can look at love objectively and reason through it, then you're not in love.
3 weeks without playing soccer.. my life is on a steep decline.
On a slightly happier note, I finally bought myself a new bag. rummaged thru the entire far east plaza, yet failed to find That One.. settled for another out of desperation. Shall not waste my time searching for bags again.
Cost a fuckin fifty bucks... not so happy after all. Paid for it thru NETS, so that I won't be overly affected by the amount, till i observe the minute change of number in the monthly account statement.
Numbers fluctuate all the time anyway. My derived world of illusions.
I feel different today.
Turned star-chaser on fri nite/sat morning with moobs at the airport.. Seeking the Perseids meteor shower but the blasted skies wouldn't clear with the clouds stubbornly thick.
Holed up at Terminal 2.. an old haunt full of memories, numbing coldness and familiar paths. Burger King at 2am. Sprawled over the open-air carpark till day broke.
Had a nice time nonetheless.
I feel different.
Maybe i'm getting a grip of myself.
Have decided to forsake the diving trip for my advance license during this coming September break, somewhat with a heavy heart. Hopefully there'll be time and money left to go for the december trip instead..
I feel solemn today.
Forsaking my religious Sunday Soccer tomorrow morning, in view of my escalating pile of shit from school. Is this me?
Where is the love?
and,
Where is the love?
Can't find it no more.. lost within those tumbles of baggages.
I feel gray tonight.
Today is step 1 of a monumentous day.
Today, I signed up for the Standard Chartered Marathon '05, all 42km of it.
Another tick on my list of "Things To Do Before I Die".
My very first marathon... 4th December here i come, albeit on trembling legs.
During yesterday's Algorithms lecture, the lecturer was talking on and on in a foreign language.
Then he mentioned something called limits and L'Hopital's Rule.. and continuous functions.. and differentiations... and integrations... then he said..
"You studied this right? The basic maths"
The basic maths..
The basic fucking maths.
No sir, i'm afraid not.
I passed my bloody maths but i had absolutely no idea what's going on.
Some time ago, I was reflecting upon my life. Somewhere in the twenties.
The list of my plausible achievements accomplished can't fill one side of a post-it note folded in half.
By the law of averages, people reach their expiry dates in their 70s if nothing goes too terribly wrong.
By the law of elementary mathematics division, i figured that i've already spent 1/3 of my life, provided that nothing goes terribly wrong as well.
If John Doe has a pie and he gave 1/3 to Government, how much does he have left for himself?
By the law of elementary methematics subtraction, he has 2/3 left for himself.
Wrong.
Because out of the remainder, the large of the 2nd third of the pie will be spent slaving for money, while the last third of it will be focused on spending that miserable amount of money on upcoming medical bills, family expenses and throwing it down the drain for 1/3 of John Doe Junior's very own new slice of pie.
So how much of the pie does John Doe have left for himself?
By the law of tough-shit, all that are left are crumbs.
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On the other hand, I've already had more than my lifetime's share of injuries. Fell again during soccer yesterday, that's twice in a week.
And both time on my left side. My old fractured wrist and dislocated elbow are hurting again.. something's not quite right from inside. And i'm going back for more tomorrow morning.
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And i totally forgot about youjin's birthday. It's on 27th July... i think?
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Laid my hands on Tony Parson's The Family Way.. Brought a new perspective to how shitty life can be with a kid in the equation; the fallability of love after marriage.
Makes me wonder if I'm doing the right thing with my life. Am i being foolish and waiting for the wrong purpose? Shall I just take whatever comes my way?
Laid my hands too, and again on God's Debris.. I feel clever when i have it with me.
Life is a smorgasbord of probability.
I dreamt of you reading my blog
I dreamt of me covering my face as we walked past each other
I dreamt of you not taking a look at me
I hope my dreams dun come true.
"How did the party go in Portland Square? I cannot tell you: Juliet was not there. And how did Lady Gaster's party go? Juliet was next to me, and I do not know."
- Hilaire Belloc
Suddenly remembered, from The Little Book of Great Quotes.. or something like that.
Was showering and went about scrubbing myself clean with this rather useful body-brush that I bought weeks ago.
To cleanse myself of all the laziness of the past 3 months I thought.
And I really scrubbed myself thoroughly clean.
A bit too thoroughly in fact.
Overly well done.
I may have overdone it.
And now my balls kinda hurt.
... f u c k ...
Finally, consummating my love again after weeks..
4 hours of sunday soccer
3 hours of sleep prior
2 cups of coffee
1 cup of tea
0 days of holidays left
here I am, still awake to savour the last of this 3 month break, which on the last day, doesn't seem that long after all. Just to think of the list of things that i've yet to do.
Like all good consummating of love, it was awesome while it lasted, yet still too short to my liking, leaving a taste of wanton feeling lingering in my legs. Scored a rather loopy goal too.
Dying for the next bout of passionate love-making.
on this summer night in the summer sky
the little girl she came
on the painter's board she saw
a summer sky on a summer nite
stolen glances on moonstruck eyes
the wide world she gazes
awaiting the falling stars
on this twilight summer nite
upon the stars she wishes
a wish captured with eyes shut
lasting it a little longer
this constellation of summer stars
the little girl she stood
holding on to that elusive wish
a lonely river of milky way
still waters running deep
sky was breaking, day was near
the painter's board he kept
and the little girl may she remember
that starlit sky on that summer nite
I'm half agnostic and half atheist. To be honest I'm not entirely sure of the difference. Therefore I'm a bit of both to be on the safe side, so that people can't point their finger at me and say, "But you're an atheist what!?".
As far as I'm concerned, there's no basis for the existence of a god. It's just a convenient excuse for all things unknown, for all things too good to be true and contradictingly, all the bad that baffled mankind. It's god's will they say.
On the day I returned from my diving trip, I reached home and discovered that my keys were left in school. So off to the library I hopped while waiting for the sister to get home. Somehow by fate or whatever, I ended up with this rather interesting book:
you suck
eh, simi dai ji?
puaca
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Predictive
Understandable
Accurate
Cheap
Abstract
puaca.
And so I'm back again, lotsa stuff rampaging through my head, dying to be noted down.
After two days and a hundred trips running up and down the stairs, I've moved into my new hall room on the 2nd storey at long last. Farewell 1-231, hola 2-229. End of the toiletmate whose peeing aftermath looks like a burst of shotgun fire, but also the start of the new toiletmate who's a fat smoking alcoholic. I dare not imagine which is worse.
I like my new setup.. A new beginning..?
The whole of last week was spent in the good company of my fellow Logs Of The FOC. Carried lots of chairs. Dumped hundreds of freshies' smelly bags. Butts absorbed thousands of bumpy bumps courtesy of sitting at the back of the lorry for 10 days. Laughed incessantly at tons of nonsenses. Number of freshies I now know from this Freshmen Orientation Camp: Zero.
Unfortunately this crappy week has been somewhat shadowed by a little troubles. The rising of the tide before the last one ebbs. Will I ride over this wave soon?
Found myself blocked from her MSN list.. I wonder and wonder why. A few more days to a year since the seeds were first laid. How swift, how unpredictable, hearts can changed.
I miss you.
And then there is this other little bugging thing. Wrong feelings, wrong time.
If you hate someone, will you ever love the person again?
In a state of desperation, will you say things that you never mean to?
The past always travel faster than you can run.
Today I got overtook again.
Questions all over.
my scraps of last words, that I never get around to finishing.
let it be?
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was a blooming day in early july
the leaves were new as were flower buds
one hear the whispers in the wind
what sweet secrets when summer departs
in time that came, some seeds sprinkled
there were rainbows on some days
and skies were clouded with names
were not the love so sweet
that make honeybees blushes with red?
Been to the doc today and he said it should be mucus getting into the ear when i equalised too hard. Should clear out in a couple days.
And my head's swirling, as is my heart.
Was wondering for a while, and sort of came upon the fact today, not by accident but rather by another bout of curiosity. Still it came as somewhat startling to me.
Have never really expect it to be.
I feel guilty. It would have been far simpler and easier had things just gone their way, straight ahead till it disappear beyond the horizon, far away from memories' clutch.
Guilty. Was it the book of memories that I painfully left? I wonder how you are now.. Feels horrible when i have no one to ask. Been trying to walk away from all these, but it's painful when I have to keep it all within me. Today it comes gurgling out into my mind again.
I long to talk to you, but I know if i hear your laughters it will prolly melt me down all over again. Now my head's swirling around. My heart's swirling around. The entire world is swirling around me in a big dizzy circle. i feel sick.
Really hope it will all turn out fine for you..
"Hey, Happy 21st birthday.
If life is a winding journey of ups and downs, you're the pebbles that I upturned at the highest peak. Joy and bliss in life, always.
Back from the diving trip at Pulau Dayang and it friggin rocks.. woooohoooooooooooooo!!!!!!
Yeah I'm still alive and largely unscathed, except that I still have this swaying feeling, like i'm drifting underwater. And the ears seems to think that i'm still underwater as well, having some slight pressure at the drums that i can't get rid of.
All else, diving is awesome. whoaaa!
Hoards of photos this time round. But later man..
And I woke up this morning, met with some kinda sad.
Supposed to be the happy sort of day,
But it wasn't yet to be.
Never expecting it, to be quite so bad.
Such a little thing really, but oh why?
Did I fleet across your mind,
As you left me out?
Did I, lasted a second,
Before you strike it off?
You are my bucket of regrets
That just got poured over my head
And now it seems that, yeah,
You were always swirling in my mind.
Now I depart with swabs of grey clouds above me
Maybe up north the wind will whisper
And a rainbow cast for this journey.
Too much boredom leads to brain atrophy.
It occurs after spending great hours staring into space and wondering what to do for the remaining hours of the day. It then discreetly enter itself into a loop, until all remaining hours are spent, deep in wonder.
Then you get stupid.
Example: I spent my entire day in wonderment of what best to do in order to maximise my life. Cest La Vie they say. Sieze the moment. I tried, but the moment struggled, and it just happened that I took quite a while to sieze it.
Nightfall, and I hurry out of the house so that I can make it for the last bus back to school. I have yet to realise that I have turned stupid-er already.
Made it with half an hour to spare. So I went to 7-11 to get some drinks, to toast myself off for the trip up north tomorrow.
Brought to the counter 2 x Vitasoy, those 375ml packets for $1.10 each. Amounts to $2.20. And a little box of kueh lapis, price unknown. So i asked for its price before paying, and cleverly avoided paying an atrocious $4 for that ridiculously small piece of cake. Smart, I thought. It's not even from Bengawan Solo.
While waiting for the bus, it suddenly hit me like a cake of kueh lapis falling onto my head. I've paid $2.20 for the stupid vitasoy. When I could have gotten a 1-liter bottle of my favourite soya bean milk, nice, fresh and calcium enriched for just $1.70.
I can hear an entire row of kueh lapis smirking at me from the factory rollers. S T U P I D.
Terrific day.
It's been terrifically boring.
I know not what to do, and do what I know not, and not know to do what, and to know what not, and I do know what not, and not know what I do, and dunno what dunno what, and I believe you know what I'm talking about.
I'm a genius.
Shall go watch Supersize Me.
2 more days to diving.
You know you're an amphibian when you can..
1. See with clarity in the water
2. Stay submerged in water for hours
3. Blow bubbles through your nose and mouth simultaneously
4. Spend half the effort and swim twice as fast
5. Look up at bikini babes from below without getting slapped
You know you're not really an amphibian when..
1. Your mask fogs up and you go oh wtf!
2. You get sunburnt and you go oh wtf!
3. Your air tank runs out and you go oh wtf!
4. Your back and legs ache after half a day and you go oh wtf!
5. You realise bikini babes dun stay forever in the pool to get gawked at and you go OH WTF man!
And that's it for the theory and pool lessons. Pulau Dayang on next Fri.
Hey fishy fishy..
It's a wretched morning. As per all soccer mornings, I had eagerly stomped out of bed, only that I was going to try out my new singular pair of contact lenses. After 20min of prodding, I had managed to insert the right lens amiably and to a certain extent, the left one as well, although it seemed to be strangely inverted. Poking of fingers in eyes causes broken blood vessels. Both eyes.
Then came the weather boardcast from HQ. Rain. No Play. Curse and swear. Another 15min of digging to get the lenses out. And back to sleep with two bloodshot eyes. That's why i love my spectacles so.
Gabriel. One-quarter of the new a cappella group, N4.
On a parting note: Humongous UFO landing pads along Old Tampines Road. What the fuck are those?
I was on the train back to school moments ago, late evening, coz i realised that i've brilliantly left my unread notes in sch and the stupid exam happens to be on tomorrow afternoon.
This Indian guy in working clothes sat across me, on one of those 2-seaters. Okie no prob, and i went about fiddling with my phone. When I look up for a moment, that fella was disgustingly digging his nose on the bloody train which wasn't exactly empty. He spotted me looking up and discreetly put his hand down.
And proceeded with rolling the pee-sai up before flicking it to the ground.
fuuuckkkkkk..... I turned away, looked left looked right, then saw the nose-digging thing going on again. each dig is of course proceeded with a roll and a flick.
thankfully, he alighted at Farrer Park. Then another Indian chap took his place. Okie no prob, can't be any worse i thought. I'm still a racially harmonious guy.
And you know what.. YES YOU KNOW WHAT! the fukking indian guy took out his finger and stuff it halfway up his nose again. FUCK!!!!!!!! ... and roll and flick... and dig and roll and flick.. and dig and roll and flick.
What the fuck's wrong with these people?? Trying to show that they are skilled labour? And right in front of me damn it. Contemplated taking their pics with my cam but... i'm afraid of them flicking their peesai at me in retaliation. That's way too much violence in those fingers.
Irritating mad blabbering woman got shot with a taser after she got pulled over for speeding in Florida.
So a couple hours ago I officially bidded farewell to my old blog, which was still known as an online diary when i first started. It's been a wonderful 6 years of ups and downs, almost a quarter of my life.
A quarter of my life... doesn't that sound monumental?
This farewell should have been bidded weeks ago, if not for my woeful rate of getting things done, however exciting it may sound. All these damn cascading style sheets stuff have been winding me up too. Took me days just to make the photos turn out right without all the ugly borders, so you better click and take a good look at it, even if it may be better for them to remain small and blur and ugly.
Bahh.. may this be an equally fulfilling journey.
Need I say more?
UEFA Champions League Finals 2004/05
Liverpool vs AC Milan
3-0 down at halftime.
3-3 by the 60th min.
Currently Extra Time.
Liverpool please win. And I'll gladly sacrifice my fuckin Foundation Maths paper.
Thank You.
Burnt. Scorched. Punctured. Wasted. Crumbled. Weakened.
And that's about as far as I can think right now. Quite a disastrous Sunday Soccer kick-about on a personal level. Haven't felt that weak for a long time. Perhaps I'm sick. Having a mysterious cough.
2 weeks have past by, and the slacking regime will have to stop, before I end up poor, thin and malfunctioning. This week shall be the start of a focused and determined life that would preferably be lived to the fullest. Even the more or less confirmed failure of my maths paper will do nothing to dampen this gung-ho spirit.
Now all i need to do is to sleep and be well rested for the impeding journey, then satisfy my craving for stringray, and start thinking about how not to slack.
This blog shouldn't be taking place here at home, tonight.
In the great plan formulated after I woke up at dinner time, post-mahjong-hangover, I'm supposed to be designing my own face for this blog that's gonna take over the blogosphere by storm.
oh dang, i dun feel like writing anymore
Did anyone else got spellbound by the trecherous lightnings streaking across our sky moments ago? The electrified atmosphere got lighted up every few seconds, and I was secretly fearing that i would be the next to get lighted up, together with the bus that i was on.
I suppose it would look quite funnie, a smoking bundle of human mess, holding on to a battered copy of Paul Murray's An Evening Of Long Goodbyes.
It's all over now. End of terrifying lightnings, no more rain and clouds, which means tomorrow will be another blazing hot day for soccer.
We seriously got cooked while playing on Friday morning. Could feel the naked skin sizzling under the shade. And ended up taking a cab to a place for lunch which was just a 5min walk away. Under the sun.
The female assistant at the NTU dental clinic is a bitch. Her fats spill all over her arms and her saliva spews like a broken fountain when she talks. And she has a habit of slamming the phone down without saying a simple 'bye' after calling patients regarding appointments. She must be cheap labour.
I think i'll call back and irritate her for a while before shouting BITCH and slamming the phone down. That should provide entertainment for a couple minutes.
On a different and more polite note, I caught the Israeli film Bonjour Monsieur Shlomi today and I think it's simply brilliant and funnie at the same wonderful moment. The grandfather weaves in and out of the screen, with words that fluctuate between brilliance, predictability and insanity. It also helped that the main love interest looked quite gorgeous and she happened to go topless for a brief second. Charming really.
Seriously, why watch mindless hollywood flicks with the same old familiarly boring plots when there're such other occasional gems to choose from?
there stood a stalk of
violet in brilliant blue
where tears have dropped
and fallen as dew
a rose in velvety red
the lady accompanies
poised with coiffured petals
oh innocence robbed
Dog-ears of the pages
in the book of love
that wrote in sadness
Of the girl who's red, and blue
Doesn't it irritates you to no end when the urge to shit comes right after you bathe?
while whoring off my talented works on MSN,
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Me says:
what barriers of love
crumbles to ashes
with the touch of the lips
what chills the air
but warms the heart
when love and love entwine
Me says:
now that's not cheesy.. ahha
Me says:
roses are red violets are blue... so cliche
= silly girl = says:
hmm
= silly girl = says:
wads that man?
= silly girl = says:
sounds shakespearean
Me says:
it does?
= silly girl = says:
wOwww
= silly girl = says:
dun tell me YOU wrote it
Me says:
WHAT DO YOU THINK
= silly girl = says:
...
= silly girl = says:
nope?
= silly girl = says:
its shakespeare rite????????
Me says:
???
Me says:
NO
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Ahhaha, so I write like shakespeare now. I'm so bloody brilliant.
what barriers of love
crumbles to ashes
with the touch of the lips
what chills the air
but warms the heart
when love and love entwine
From my old diary.. didn't know that i ever wrote it. Little treasures you get, when you revisit the past, from time to time.
