apart from finishing all my copies before the deadline, i am also determined to master the moves of..
dui ni ai ai ai bu wan.
as a kid, i used to spend ALOT of time in front of the telly shaking my skinny ass to aaron kwok.
and now.. perhaps my slick movements would [...]
with my new (but old) camera. .to where my childhood started and ended – bedok reservoir road.
now that i’m all grown up…..
fat-cat the urm, fat cat says BYE!
I used to siphon money from m’s fat expat wallet before I slipped away from his place while he was sleeping. On hindsight, I was like a whore without morals. I subconsciously billed him for the acts which took place, deceitfully.
It wasn’t as if I needed the money; I just thought it was appropriate [...]
Oh, what wouldn’t I give to be back in that half-dilapidated bungalow in Port Dickson?
To lose track of time while selling my soul to the music, unscrupulously absorbing the intense vibes from the enthusiastic thousands to refuel myself physically and mentally… the laidback-ease of knowing that waking up tomorrow in that creaky unreliable bunk bed [...]
DEATHCAB FOR CUTIE IS COMING IN AUGUST
FUCK YEAHHHHHHHH!!!! x 200029873937332
like just last week i was scrolling through deathcab’s tour schedule sadly on their website and lamenting to my intern, who’s a fellow deathcab fan, that they should just do a quickie asian tour since they’d be going to japan for summer sonic.
AND THEN MY WISH [...]
a cat hurtled towards no target in particular at full trotting speed; it then suddenly slowed down to a graceful and sensual saunter for no apparent reason.
it later disappeared around the bend.
.. though i am, however, vaguely inspired to start writing a novel. again.
yeah, i’ve actually attempted to put my first love into something tangible… something that’d inspire, affect, or drive people to desperation. or shit like that.
more than a couple of times actually. i’ve probably wasted 6-8 spanking new exercise books, barely 1/10 filled with [...]
so much for a one week time-out from alcohol!
but its hard to not want a tipple or two (or three) when you’re listening to sentimental classics like these …
enjoy! =)
on saturday, fiona ceeased to exist – her alter ego the Ponteng School Ginna-Pi Lian completely dominated her..
and out came the orange pointed comb, unbuttoned shirt, waist-high skirt and pidgin hokkien.
it disturbs me no end how just about everyone harps about the uncanny resemblance i bear to his ex.
mere passing remarks, perhaps. but nevertheless it still makes my skin crawl.
it makes me feel as if an army of army of ants clad in boots covered in bristles are march along the ridge down my back [...]
