i reckon i'm on my own robin hood trail.i probably will die because of this, which is just too bad.it'd be good if i died, say, in sec2. i wouldnt have felt like i missed anything, i'd have died in my cocoon.but everythings gone too far now, and everythings got to hurtle towards the end from here. this is the price we pay for spreading our wings. we must live forever now, anything less than that wont do.

i'm glad tv had american beauty recently. i watched it before time, in sec2, and felt nothing, save janie's breasts. and now i watch it again, and laugh at my sec2 days. then, i didnt understand the father's release. the mother's self-reproaching.janie's rescue by ray.ray's obsessions. colonel's fitz's repression. angela's fears.and the mother, the mother.its clearer now, and i even want to lay my hands on the soundtrack. if you havent already, watch the movie, buy the soundtrack.

julienne told me school's gonna close down the art programme. i guess i'd have alot to say before. not anymore.probably the only way i think about this entire thing is having a cavity in the new school building, and everything around it collapsing into the void. then mr liew would have a yellow headband tied around his head, brandishing a yellow flag and yelling into a loudhailer.he'd climb onto the mound of rubble beside the spanking new building, and dramatically stick the flag into the rubble.

heads up!
heads up!
the tide is high
and the time is nigh!
go forward we must!
progress or bust!

music in my head :: tanya chua :: yellow

this year, i'll go for tarawih more often. once every two days. i'll really make sure not to scream at people. and clean up my language. my motto shall be "holy month, holy me". preparation starts today.

i saw you in florence. do you really look like how michelangelo think you do?.whats this whats this?now.