and these days, why do you not talk to me.

i love the morning rain, because its tranquil and calming and silent.

i just spent 5 hours talking to a friend, and to a former friend from sec 3 and 4 all i can do is to say sorry. it’s been such a long while, and you don’t read my blog, but i did like to apologise to you nonetheless.

because it is 7 am now, and my faculties are not working (and i sound incongruent) i shall fall asleep now and wake up by 11 to watch justice league of america.

good morning.

and suddenly it struck me at 4am this morning that it isn’t 2003 anymore, and the last digit looks so foreign.

oh well lucky now.

omg can you believe this. it’s a pink tank!

if at any rate this should be the last post for the week, you did know in all likelihood that it’s simply because of the fact that some motherfucking son of a bitch chao geng-ed an mc and skipped his guard duty and left me, the reserve of a reserve, his crap.

arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Fox in the snow, where do you go

To find something you could eat

Cause word out on the street is you are starving

Don’t let yourself go hungry now

Don’t let yourself grow cold

Fox in the snow

Girl in the snow, where do you go

To find someone who will do

To tell someone all the truth before it kills you

And listen to your crazy laugh

Before you hang a right

And disappear from sight.

What do they know anyway?

You read it in a book

What do they know anyway?

You read it in a book tonight

Boy on the bike, what are you like

As you cycle round the town

You’re going up, you’re going down, you’re going nowhere.

It’s not as if they’re paying you

It’s not as if it’s fun.

At least not anymore

When your legs are black and blue

Please can you take a break

When your legs are black and blue

Can you take a holiday

Kid in the snow, where do you go, it only happens once a year

It only happens once a lifetime, make the most of it.

Second just to being born.

Second to dying, too.

What else would you do

What else would you do

What else would you do

What else would you do

Fox in the snow

When your legs looking black and blue

Fox in the snow

It’s not as if they’re paying you

Fox in the snow

When your legs looking black and blue

Fox in the snow

It’s not as if they’re paying you

Fox in the snow

Fox in the snow.

Fox in the Snow – Belle and Sebastian

this is not for you because i know you, in a plural sense, will endure.

They’re all still on their honeymoon

just read the dialogue balloon

everyone loves you–why should they not?

And I’m the only one who knows

that Disneyland’s about to close

I don’t suppose you’d give it a shot

knowing all that you’ve got

are cigarettes and Red Vines

just close your eyes, cause, baby–

you never do know

and I’ll be on the sidelines,

with my hands tied,

watching the show

Well, it’s always fun and games until

it’s clear you haven’t got the skill

in keeping the gag from going too far

So you’re running ’round the parking lot

til every lightning bug is caught

punching some pinholes in the lid of a jar

while we wait in the car

With cigarettes and Red Vines

just close your eyes, cause, baby–

you never do know

and I’ll be on the sidelines,

with my hands tied,

watching the show

And tell me, would it kill you

would it really spoil everything

if you didn’t blame yourself

do you know what I mean?

Cigarettes and Red Vines

just close your eyes, cause, baby–

you never do know

and I’ll be on the sidelines,

with my hands tied,

watching the show

watching the show

Red Vines – Aimee Mann

i think i am going to become fat! -whines-

let me tell you how much i ate today. had yoshinoya with more rice at 2, had beard daddy immediately after, at 3.30 had beef noodles, and at 5 i had sirloin and teriyaki chicken with rice.

i so need to start doing that 4km soon or else i am so screwed. -_-

and i missed my grandfather; did i tell you i missed him? this chinese new year was worse than the previous year because last year we tried to forget him and we did, but this year was one of change and progress, to move on from the previous year, and it is the change that affects me so. there isn’t any coughing or hacking sounds any longer, nor the presence of his glasses on the refrigerator, nor his silent imposing visage around. less food is prepared because there is now one less person eating it, and an emptiness surrounds the dinner table. it is now less cramped for our reunion lunch, more spacious, and less cosy, racuous. we eat, and talk, and there are now only 2 male voices at the table. which isn’t very different from usual, but the fact that there is no longer a possibilty of a male teochew voice interrupting just rends at me.

and everything’s changing. my grandma stopped buying cakes from balmoral, which is what we have done for an eternity, and it’s this change, as well as loss that made me cry once i reached the solitude of my home. and tomorrow i’m going shopping with her, because time is running out.

its the new year but there’s nothing happy about it.

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and the sky is red tonight; will it rain tonight?

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i watched the segment of love actually where kiera knightley found out that peter loved her in a single minded act of masochism and there hasn’t been a moment in me watching movies where i found such a unifying fact between fact and fiction.

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i think roderigo santoro and the 12 yr old boy are damn cute. not that i’m gay, but.