blue moon

i need to say these to someone now.and it'll be you, the innocent blog passerby.
[i chose an antique chamberpot to repreent my thoughts, julienne chose a pet chicken]
dont pee, dont make featherdusters!

i said i was ready to fall in love again.i said i was just checking if i could fall in love with the same old people again.i just found out that i never ever fell out of the same old people.so there, im taking two steps forward and two steps back, it's tiring, but i see no harm in it.

was chatting with one of the old ladies who are always camped outside the indoor gym.she was telling me how she envied my youth, and how she wanted to play interfacultygames.she said she used to go camping with her friends.she cries occasionally now, for her friends who passed away [she said "go up the mountain"] and for her youth that ran away.she's a gem,they all are.she told me she thinks i'm in a perpetual rush because everytime i go pass indoor gym i'll be running.one day i'll slow down,camp outside indoor gym,talk to them, and listen to all their enchanting stories, instead of just smiling while in a rush.

mr vestie didnt wear his vest today!he was just carrying it around.and there was no suspenders.argh!case reopened!why why why why why?

it's a calculated risk, and i'll take whatever comes with it.

music in my head :: stop crying your heart out :: oasis
this is one of oasis' better songs in quite a long while

music in my head :: tsunami :: manic street preachers

Can't work at this anymore
Can't move I want to stay at home
Tied up to all these crutches
Never far from your hands

Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Can't speak, can't think, won't talk, won't walk

Doctors tell me that I'm cynical
I tell them that it must be chemical
So what am I doing girl
Cry into my drink and disappear

Eyes for teeth grating over me
Bring down the shadows of my mind
Sleep and breathe under our sheets
Inhale the anxiety
in - between, in - between, in - between, in - between

i'm sorry all you screwed up people!i'm sorry you are all so screwed up!i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry for not killing all you miserable worms!

films to watch:
the harmonists
speaking parts
a beautiful life
twin falls idaho
exotica
pollock
the wedding banquet
dancer in the dark
ghost world
ma vie en rose
far from heaven
lawless heart
terminus
sunday bloody sunday
midnight cowboy

a nice film:
sleepers

you can buy me for 1.43m.no,really.most guys cost $1 815 336.think of how much you'll save

"dont curse the darkness, light the candle"

nice movies:
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Tears of the Black Tiger

i walked to the end of the world, and vomitted.

music in my head :: semi-charmed life :: third eye blind

sponge box square pants

monday was fabulous.our class finally found proof of our super-ness and we won japanesericecrackers [sugar, seaweed, salted] in the end. coincidentally japclub was having an exhibition on rice in the concourse.most hilarious, and oddly annoying, of all was the m4m tutorial.keithprince's non-presence had the entire class staging a walkout in all our oriental and jewish get-ups.eagleeyed-someone spotted keithprince, however, and ALL of us started running back to the classroom - in kebayas and bajukurongs and jeepas and whatnot - just like villagers running from a flood. ah transient image.

i attended physics lecture today on terence's invitation.it was interesting in a bizarre way, with the entire lt1 listening to physics.there were times when i wanted to just roll down the stairs laughing, especially when the lecturer said "centripetal force".maybe i should have taken physics, then i'd take interest in my lectures.

julienne and i finally solved the mystery of mr vestie. no, not to keep warm, not to hide his shape, not because he thinks its fashionable.rather, he wants to hide his suspenders.case closed.oh, and he does have a variety of vests after all.

you are such a bitch.i want to gouge your f***ing eyes out.you are an eyesore and a self-righteous smart aleck.you are a big set-up and i dont believe any of the crap you say.other people get taken in but i am not.you are pseudo-s*** and a liar.i see all your lies in your eyes which im going to gouge out.so there.bitch.

music in my head :: it's tricky :: run dmc

i hate to sound like i'm lovesick when i'm not.but i'll do it anyway.i dreamt i had just woken up to the sound of you getting ready [to school?]. i dreamt of thinking that i'd be glad to just lay in bed pretending to sleep while i listen to you blowdrying your hair. i dreamt of loving you more because you sounded so important, so in a rush.maybe, i dont mind lying in bed again while listening to you getting ready.

the dark side of the moon

tuesdays are wonderful days because econs just seems to disappear and for once a week i get to pretend it doesnt exist. other days i wilt in econs lectures looking for escape reasons which always prove illusive.econs tutorials see constant battles not to stand up and scream and bite off my fingers.if econs was a girl she'd be the ugliest of any lot.so you can imagine the horror of the cruel irony that saw me topping my class in econs.hell, it stands the risk of being my best subject.others may call me a bitch for all i care, but i sure hope it was a fluke this time.i will not show my mother my common test results because i'm afraid of what i might do when i see the words "i told you so" form on her lips

i was on the car with my mother a few days back and she just kept going on and on about something i didnt give a rats ass for.i think it was rocket science or something.i just kept quiet anyway, and so did she, for five minutes at least. just when i thought that topic was buried she started all over again.why why why? why do people make you hear what you dont care about?they should all listen when theyre told where to stuff it.aaronloh puts it perfectly: why did you just make me listen to that?

i also remember sitting in the family car with everyone else when i was in primary school.a song by the cranberries started playing and and i began to tap my fingers and feet along to the song.my sister took a look at me and promptly pronounced, "he's possessed by satan". why did i just make you read that?

music in my head :: merah :: def gab c

crimson names

you said i missed you while i was looking for myself. i might have, and i rather leave it that because i dont want to go back to the dusty corner where i used to stand in.

comforting sentences and a nice image:
1]the rat, and the lion, are friends.
2]frivolity has no place on a hot summer's day.
3]there is a ball of grass rolling in my head

music in my head :: wake me up before you go-go :: wham!

quiver quiver

happy days come hard and fast.they consist of mindless chitchat, intelligent conversations, doubling over in laughter, a good workout, an inordinate amount of flirting rounded off with supper at swensens

sitting in swensens at hollandv with a jambalang gang, the guys decided to concoct a potent potion from anything and everything that was on the table, coming up with a putrid brew that tasted oddly of assam manis/sng buay. The girls were just being wimpy as usual and they refused to try it, with us wheedling them into it. I couldnt imagine not trying that bowl of ugly shitty vomit, because when im old, taking my last breath, i'd go, "oh wait, what did the bowl of ugly shitty vomit taste like?" and then i'd die a miserable man for not knowing what the bowl of ugly shitty vomit tasted like. how often do people do things only because they think they will have no regrets? we should all learn to do things that, if left undone, will make us bitter old people.

no, i am not alfred prufrock, nor was meant to be

prudish paul is a punk who looks like a prune with shades of pink and purple

music in my head :: well it's true that we love one another :: the white stripes
[matt has a much better version "well it's true that we hate one another" with lyrics that go "paki lovin!"]

took a train down to orchard today morning and even though it wasnt really packed, i was just really pissed off with everyone else on the train and i wanted to stab every single one of them so much. i've been cabbing too much.

indulged in a little make-believe today by hanging out at creative hands and kino, imagining that i was buying everything i picked up. i could have bought them, but protocol[of indecisiveness and drama] requires me agonizing over them for at least one night before i run to orchard to snatch them off the shelves.

from creative hands: nepalesehandmadepapersketchbook pencilshaver staedtlerwatercolourpencils embossmarkers
from kino: ahundredyearsofsolitude theunbearablelightnessofbeing amerika thegreatgatsby thecatcherintherye

...the townie winked at her, didn't bother to introduce himself, and then told her this joke he had heard last night about this elephant who was wandering through the jungle and who stepped on a thorn and it hurt alot and the elephant was having trouble pulling it out so the elephant asked a rat who was passing by to "please pull the thorn out from my foot" and the rat made a request: "only if you let me f*** you." without hesitation the elephant said okay and the rat quickly pulled the thorn from the elephant's foot and then scrambled up behind the elephant and began f***ing. a hunter passed by and shot the elephant, who then started to moan in pain. the rat, oblivious to the elephant's wounds, said, "suffer, baby, suffer," and kept on f***ing. the townie started laughing and it was a joke she wished she would forget, but it has stayed with her ever since...

yep. still here. havent decided where to go next. maybe fisherman's village. kind of miss magnolia bar. its nine-not-late-not-early-p.m.

hilarious imagery:
1. wringing hands, tearing hair, nonplussedly
2. wearing an afro and fake moustache to prom [rifle optional]
3. throwing up, vomit washing everything away, drowning everyone
laugh, julienne.

saw epok-epoks as big as my face in scottsfoodcourt yesterday and i just. had. to. eat. them.
sinful, evil, wicked, immoral, say what you will, but still

we were huddled on that table in the foodcourt, on the cusp of a new age. sounds hilarious, but seriously, i felt like we were hatching a mega-plan, just like how the mediacorp-ers huddled in the conference room and decided to poison us with the sars rap.

picked up Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis and read it overnight last night. its...seductive... to me at least. i like it. if you've read it, tell me how much you love it! i used to not like reading books because i found myself spinning into them. i still do, but i dont mind anymore.

betcha bye golly wow
[dont know what it means. just sounds better than wow]

woodstock

woohoo am at a nondescript cybercafe in changi v now ...
blogging in a cybercafe...hahahahahahahahahahahaha. hah.
its funny, this teetotaller thing, i get high ... but not on booze
uh huh uh huh taught aussie intl sch kids to do the sars rap ala-PCK
saw the three biggest mangoes in the world today, reminded me of 80yo women saggy breasts,
oh, and papayas

i want to go to a "liberal arts college" really soon
and be fraudulent holier-than-thou shit

my body tells me its the holidays now
my mind replies "PUH-leeze" in a most diva-esque way that even anitasarawak cant top
five more times and goodbye school! hello army!
still! in! this! hell! hole!

i did a random act of kindness today
but random-act-of-kindness-laws follow the dont-ask-dont-tell dictum

[i know]

and my cousin is so anally-retentive
she HAS to wipe up the spilt water
she HAS to lock the doors

wow
im delighted. this is easily the most [insert adjective here] entry