24.3.03

when you're good to mama, mama's gooooodddd to you!

i'll be gone for a few days. working for 2 weeks straight without rest. all because of this stupid atrium guardian's having. i mean, im only a part timer you freaks! and im still a kid, a weak kid. if i flip/faint you poeple better explain to my folks! hurgh!
do you peeps know that there are 8 ways of looking at a banana? in this poetry book im reading, the one i said before, there are. adapted from alfian sa'at's 8 Ways of Looking at a Banana, here is 1 of them. enjoy!

Mrs wee felt a slight flush
Of foolishness as she unrolled
A pink condom,pinching its tip,
Over a ripe banana,carefully
Following the instructions
Retrieved from the box (where
a silhouetted couple were holding
Hands up against the backdrop of a sunset).
She recalled her
Humiliation at the 7-11,heaping
A pile of magazine over the rack,
And the guilt of not trusting a man
Who had shared her bed for fourteen years.
Mrs wee was grateful that a disc of
Rubber could ease the friction between the two
Tired bodies coiliding in the dark,
Grateful that the peeled banana in her hand
(stripped of its shiny sheath now)
Could still somehow manage
A familiar sweetness in her mouth.
-End-

:: she posted @ 1:00 AM ::

21.3.03

slowly breaking through the daylight slowly breaking through the daylight.

bored. till death do us part. im so bored. took off today, just for kicks. mc actually. i want to go out, no answer from paps. mams told me to ask paps, paps no answer. so, im stuck here im this hdb flat that is so hot with the weather outside. i feel bulimic. note: induce vomitting is not good.
here's a little poem from alfian saat. taken from the book called poetry award winners local book. you can find it in libraries near you.

two people. (i dedicate this to gulf war 2)
i beat you.
you beat me.
we beat each other.
until happy.
until harmony.

:: she posted @ 11:24 PM ::

confusion never stops. closing walls and ticking clocks.

guy berryman in action.pics taken from the glastonbury consert in 2002.



i cant believe i can be vomitting so much yesterday at work. called my parents and asked, i mean begged them to bring me home. i was so weak already. my friends were worried. the pharmacists saw me vomitting, he asked me" are you ok?" i say" its ok, don't mind me. just entertain your customers.." lol. i can be bad while sick too. amazing.
i feel so puzzled. i mean i failed my maths for the o's, yet i am the top scorer for the subject food and nutrition. its confusing to me. in sec 1, i got the student of the term award. and now, and the end of my secondary life, i get another prize for being tops in f&n. still, i am happy. i am happy because at least i am good at something else,not maths. need to collect my prize on the 19th of april. i cant wait. im so happy i got the course called building drafting in ite balestier. its architectural. hope i can cope. looking forward to it. now im still clueless whether to retake my o level maths or not. decisions decisions. i love guy berryman.

:: she posted @ 1:56 AM ::

19.3.03

oh give life over,life over theirs. tell me about the politiks.

ok. im still alive. i survived the guardian renovation at northpoint. too much dust, too much bangalas, too much contractors, too much work. i hate my manager. oh yes, guardian at northpoint is now selling towels, kitchen appliances such as pans,pots and so much more. feel free to shop there. so much for the term guardian pharmacy. we are starting to look like john little.
oh yeah nice nice super nice layout! thanks and kudos to kak pao.
i have to tell everyone about this. i wont let the other person tell others before me. its addictive. i mean, they are addictive.
i.....erh....well,.....have been...watching....this particular video...for so many times....video of coldplay's consert at glastonbury and their music video, clocks. plus, padi's music video, semua tak sama. call me crazy call me freak, i cant handle it they make me weak. lol.
p.s: war will start at 9.15am in singapore time tomorrow. good luck saddam and mr beat-around-my-bush.

:: she posted @ 5:52 AM ::

11.3.03

i, waited for you yesterday. dont know why i didn't call.
urgh. stupid pneumatic drills. so noisy and headache breaking. tried calling osama bin laden to pass me some bombs to shut them up. *jokes* too much exposure of the president george w.bush. what's up with the war? why did it even start? for god's sake stop making stupid wars!
played too much games on www.candystand.com. u peeps should try the games there. it is super nice to play. sweating buckets on the computer chair. is the weather hot or is the weather hot? but i love taking hot baths by using hot water. water heater, i love you. it really soothes my forever-aching neck when i wake up from sleep. the only water heater we have is in the parents room. so, take advantage of the privillege. lol.
i suddenly realise that im useless. dont even know html, play real pool, yada yada yada. uh, i think so. think so im useless. am i useless? tag it!

:: she posted @ 12:42 AM ::

10.3.03

gotta love them.~.

:: she posted @ 11:38 PM ::

stupid picture wont turn out great. i'll get my revenge soon.

:: she posted @ 11:21 PM ::

6.3.03

put me down upon my knees. oh i beg i beg im pleased. you......are.

yesterday's 2 outing was the best. i think i ever had. first time giving the family a treat at suriagrill. and going out with my precious.
going out with precious was indeed fun. went to too much guitar shops at peninsula and the..uh...some sort of beach road shopping centre. when we got to the swee lee music shop at the some-sort-of-beach rd shopping mall, there is this rockers uncle saying to precious:yah brader boleh saya tolong? in a cool, ramlee sarip kinda way. i kind of nearly burst into laughter. lol. indeed, i was salivating too much by looking at those guitars. then we went to esplanade and chill.
suriagrill? it was hot and steamy. burns my wallet also. lol. pictures going up soon. too bad outing with precious have no photos. stares at pau. apparently not much people is in the resaurant. so dig in everyone in the family. oh, dig in they did! haah!~
where are your thanks?

:: she posted @ 10:45 PM ::

4.3.03

my precious and his band. in the jamming room. that is so packed and sweet smelling. you noe what i mean.

:: she posted @ 11:00 PM ::

so you sailed away..into a grey sky morning...now im here to stay..love can be so boring
but its not so bad...your just the best i ever had..

first time trying to put up photos and i've succeeded. its a teeny weeny step forward for me. will be putting more pics in the future. popped into my maths book, that is covered in dust, just now. end up sleeping for 5 minutes. lol.
actually, i dont know what to write today. emotions went up in smoke.

:: she posted @ 10:48 PM ::

3.3.03

my boys...my bassist....

:: she posted @ 10:44 PM ::

lights go out and i cant be saved.tiger's waiting to be tamed.
i lurveeeeeeeee coldplay's new music video, clocks. saw it on tv yesterday after fear factor's cockroach eating activity and breath holding. frankly speaking i look burnt in<---------------------- the picture. follow the arrow. but many thanks to my sister. how can i ever blog without you.
the truth is out. yes, i failed my maths. those dreams i had were just fantasies and my unachievable illusions. still, i cant help crying for 2 whole days after the release. the sound of my father's dissapointed voice makes me teary. thats the reason why i cry puddles. i have let my dad down. scared to death he will punish me till im dead. but no. he's kind. but down at my amazing "achievement". but what can i say, im not a math whiz. been failing maths since primary school. cheer up. god put a smile upon your face.
guess its a bad time to buy a guitar.

:: she posted @ 10:26 PM ::

1.3.03

too appalled for words. numb. deep thoughts. worrying thoughts. yet amazed at the great support from my family, my close friends and md rizman.

:: she posted @ 8:11 PM ::