yay

Staring at a maple leaf
Leaning on the mother tree



I said to myself we all lost touch
Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries



And seedless watermelon
Nothing from the ground is good enough



Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face



MY birkies!

opposite of fate

am reading amy tan's "the opposite of fate" and i think it is boredom alone that is keeping me from giving up from finishing the book.
currently, i'm halfway through the book. as in, exactly halfway.
am reading about half crazed villagers negotiating payment of filiming the joy luck club at their village.
have just finished being a couch potato too, after watching simon sez, that fann wong show and desperate housewives.
today i savoured having nothing to do and slept from 3 to 5pm.

my cousin* backed up the family van into a metal divider.
the back windscreen glass splinters and shards of glass are lying everywhere around the van.
elder cousin jumps up in a fit of anger.
"how come you drive until like that!?"

* "boh license eh"

and i laugh as it is being recalled to me.

BBQ fish salavages the day. and night.

and

i will pledge my life to a worthwhile cause for a worthwhile cause.

dispel

and time has passed.
emptiness fills the void
and something needs to dispel the emptiness.



yay.

that

that someday it might bring me back to you.

good thursday

today was a beautiful day.



time will pass as it always has.

make a date with the triduim.

over my head

what happened to you
you've played the victim for so long now in this game
what i thought was true is made of fiction
and im following the same
but if i try to make sense of this mess im in
im not sure of were i should begin
im falling im falling

now im in over my head with something i said completely misread im better off dead
and now i see how fake you can be
these hypocracies are beginning to get to me

its none of my concern
dont look to me because i dont believe in
fame
i guess you never heard ive met our makers
they dont even know your name
but if i had to say goodbye to leave this hell
id say my time has served me well

i'm falling i'm falling

this song is by sum41

immortal

this morning's dream makes me happy.

dinner was wonderful @ turf city's ah yat.
had abalone, sharksfin, poached veggies, oatmeal prawns, pepper crabs, braised ee-fu noodles and red bean.

i bought oreos, cloud nine, chipsmore.

i need to go to kino for a coelho fix.
i need to go to kampong glam.

things to do:
photocopy MWB
compos!

the end is near.

dreams

dreams are my reality.

i ate bread with fungus on it this morning. gross.

i pigged out on chicken in a biscuit last night while watching desperate housewives and this resulted in weird dreams.

firstly, i dreamt of this horrible person i met while crossing the road at a traffic light junction. and i was thinking to myself: does he have a low IQ or something?
then i dreamt of joachim in gold and the institution on a runaway train.
lastly i dreamt of perfection and fulfilment on a brown object, but sadly, though that's the best part of the dream, i don't remember much of it.

today is going to be a good day and i am going to start it by going out now. for a walk.

mark the 14th of april on your calender. it's the birthday of a good person.

mojo jojo

i'm being boliao and watchng the spy who shagged me while trying to type on my lappie.

where's my mojo?
win the battle but lose the war.

sometimes it is hard
and life is a drag
and one wonders if things are in vain
why bother?

and sometimes one moves like a blind man
who cannot see.

in watching, your eyes are inevitably drawn to what you think you can see. and that is why we can see.

i am sick of having to talk.

in-deed

i've just realised that i was tuned in to a chinese radio station for the past half an hour.

of course as always, in-genunine-nity disgusts me, but perhaps from where it springs forth, the root is shrouded in modesty? but that alone does not make what is not real more real.

as always, i am writing for myself.

***

dinner was grilled fish and on the way to the center i saw many cars with people dressed in white. not one, not two but three or four inside. white, the colour for purity.
which means that i did not see anyone dressed in black, the opposite of black.

speaking of which, i for once, am reading an amy tan book - the opposite of fate.

indeed.

dead, dead

dead, dead, on the shores of singapore.


of course, maybe, just maybe, there still is hope.

and one day i'll cross that river
and fight life's final battle with pain.
strong and constant is your love.

what we did

we blew balloons today.
what a pretty picture with the neighbouring blocks all reflected on that tiny piece of gum-like inflation. :)

original source poos

stocking up on shampoos. :)
loves the smells although my crap-like hair should really be treated with better quality shampoo.

i'm such a terrible, terrible and horrible peron who should just dig a hole and stay there.
oh dear.
i'm so sorry.
im feeling so b a d .