Thursday, August 11, 2005
roaring sickness
hey fucke-rsthought i have been a silent too little. make some noise! was what i have been hearing the past few days. ah chia, nice seeing you at neighborly ndp+ fireworks celebration. yi-ke, if you were here, we would have watched in the extra-deluxe-superior-many-bedded-every-amenity-included balcony of your house. itzlily did you watch it from jurong? sim mama, ah, must be quite another kind of view from 18 storeys high up in central singapore right?
im now in hall. chia, i tell you, i am worse off than you. there is a construction site behind hall, and from 830 till 6.30 daily i am constantly annoyed by the banging and piling and drilling! and the little quiet things known as dust! and now as i am typing thing, dateless for that formal dinner thing i attended with a certain mr.you.look.like.a.girl.i.liked.last.time (you all remember who?), and now waiting for mr. lion king to finish french class and save me from din to den. it is noisy inside outside upstairs downstairs everywhere! argh. and home. home has a few wretched families who are happily enjoying screw-the-neighbor renovations.
i am increasingly irritated as i type. i cant even hear myself typing, although i am pounding on each letter and punctuation!!!!
how nice ike, to ride horses.
so, on to animals, i know i hate animals. but recently, a lion i know lost all of his mane. i thought it a cute tamed pet and entered the den again.
roar! the pollution makes me literally very sick. i feel asphixiated really. plus the noise. i must have been pollution-cursed in bangkok. promise to show u some pictures, and words about the trip.
oh i feel like throwing up. think im going to take a shower, and hopefully the semi-existing curtain of water would shield away the sickening. make walls not wars.
oh i found someone who might use our vampire story. yay film!
ting a ling a ting a ding dong chiang! chong! chiang!
ps. chia, maybe i should live with you for a while. be your temp roomie if the real one isnt here yet?
fuck at 6:50 PM
5 Comments
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at 2:37 PM
said... just a post entry thought. august is a roaring month indeed. so singapore's a leo, thats why we are a young lion? cubby singapore. chubby hubby comforts more. roar singapore roarrrrrrr argh. so noisy!
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at 9:56 PM
said...
ah me and yunying and pk actually dropped by yishun in time for fireworks...
and i feel tt im dying...have been coughing for 2 wks...im fading away...until im left with no boobs and no butt...someone save me!-
at 3:41 PM
said...
my sis told me about the heartland affair right outside our block.she thought it was some terrorists' bomb attack.
wah lily i should post your old pic here,the days when you have amazing butt and boobs.girl, you gotta eat. eat! eat! hmm, perhaps to the doctor first for some cough syrup.-
at 12:30 AM
said...
dun ike... pls dun.
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at 9:11 AM
said...
why never call us the yishun folks! alamaks. i think you need nutrients. drink milk. papaya optional. lotsa milo. milo is always a life-saver. eat fish. and pop some vit c ... ah, get a mc. and bum and sleep for 2 days.