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Tuesday, December 26, 2006 forget prison break, watch entourage
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Sunday, December 24, 2006 climbing from my bed to collect the thoughts that have fallen from my head i sink through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.. i float through the roof, through the clouds, and beyond.. i'm a tuesdays child.
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Monday, December 18, 2006 ODE TO THE RAIN jumping into puddles leaving your flip-flops behind. dodging pesky droplets that drip heavily from the edge of a shelter. worried that if it rains on your head, and you don't wash your scalp when it dries, you'll go bald. pressing your palms against your ears when the lightning flashes, in anticipation of a crash, only to be let down; but the thunder always comes when you've removed your hands. leaving your mark with your finger on misted glass windows, yes, now we all know you were here, hooray. counting the number of seconds it takes for the thunder to follow the lightning, don't forget the mississippi's. wondering why the brolly isn't more to your side, but you're too polite to ask; the other person thinks the same. ..that old billie myers song... it is no doubt the wettest night in december.
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 NOTHIN ' BEATS GOOD OL' FASHION VIOLENCE - BATTLE ROYALE
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Friday, December 08, 2006 THE SPACE BETWEEN THE WOODS so exams are finally over, and i may be getting my very first C ever. bitch. NUS is the most merciless school, i hate it to the core, even the name says it all- Never Underestimate the System but that aside, lets not let that dampened the holiday mood. in case ya'll were wondering what to get me this xmas..  THE ASTON MARTIN V8 VANTAGE! with bubble wrap please i will sell my house, let my family starve, and betray my country for this car but sadly i think it still wont be enough speaking of which, my ol'mans turned into a fairy. other kids dads can fix a pipe or paint a door, mine watches sappy k-serials till the wee hours of the morn. but that being said, thanks for all the support, its been much appreciated. other randomness, havent watch television in ages, now everytime i see fiona xie prancing around on the peel fresh ad, i jus wanna go grab a carton of fruit juice and douse myself shit drenched with it man. thats effective marketing for ya. i hope they organise a win a xmas date with fiona xie thingy by buying the most peel fresh or something, like that win a prom date with shan wee, but who the fuck wants to date shan wee, definitely not denise keller (ohh burn...). i'll surely come in number one i tell ya, i'll swear off alcohol this holiday season and only drink peel fresh everywhere i go. and i so wanna do a scofield man but i cant pull it off nehmind i like my hair the way it is now yeah its holding me, morphing me and forcing me to strive to be endlessly cold within and dreaming i'm alive -muse is coming to town!
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Friday, December 01, 2006 ok morning after. had the weirdest dream last night: dreamt that i was in some resistance army camp deep in the jungle of m'sia with this fat guy and some other guy, lets call him limboseng. it was WWII. and in this army camp there was this makeshift zoo cum animal market. this zoo had the fuckin wierdest shit. there were dogs and mandrills and this species of gay male leopard who would behave like a female cheetah to live off the male cheetah. then the guy who contributed the mandrills saw me lookin at the animals and asked if wanted to buy the mandrills. of course i said no. at that point in time i was thinkin ( i was actually fuckin thinkin!) " hmm.. this guy must be rich, he must live in district eleven or somthing to own a house big enough to keep two mandrills". i was feeling a little flu-y ( which i actually am in real life) so i popped over to a 7-11 nearby to get one of those vicks inhalers that pck uses. i saw some coloured stuff on the shelf that looked liked inhalers so picked them up. but the salesgirl came over and told me they werent inhalers, they were doggie dildos!!! jus as i was walkin back to camp, we are still in the resisitance camp during WWII remember, the japs came to inspect our camp. every one of the resistance soldiers were disguised as jap soldiers except the fat guy and me. so adnan, adnan of all ppl had a cameo in my dream! who was our sergeant, barked at us to get into our jap gear. unfortunately he shouted at us in english so all the jap guys heard it and realised we were actually a resistance camp. the fat guy, LBS and me immediately jumped into our lamborghini and sped off to s'pore via the north south highway which was only a little more than a dirt track. i vaguely recall the very last thing i heard in my dream. LBS who was in the back seat, asks me "are ya sure ya want the fat guy at the wheel?" where the big hullabaloo fuck did that weird shit come from man??!! must be the combined effects off flu medicine, a subway melt, and exam stress la.. God please help me in my next three papers. |
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