althea
bernice
colleen
dongkai
lynette!
low.
I wish i could play the guitar. I write like i talk. I probably talk like i write. I like my bubble. I like food. I like hockey. I won't hate you if you don't hate me.
Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 6:00 AM
i hate this feeling.
like when you wake up feeling ready to tackle everything, do anything, go anywhere, and its 3pm.
like when you open the fridge, see an ice cream box, open it, and see frozen prawns.
like when you feel so excited, so flushed, so sexed-up and kiss her and you have to swallow lip balm.
like when you press the water cooler and only warm water enters your dry, parched mouth.
like when you come home happily awaiting your dog and he looks at you and gives you that stupid look.
like when you quickly jump into a car on a hot sunny day and its even hotter and stuffier inside.
like when you strike lottery and buy a house in the Mediterranean islands and install oak floortiles and tiki flames and tiki statues and buy all kinds of beautiful furniture and a hot beach girl in bikini who is sweating in the hot sun knocks on your door and asks for water and then you wake up.
like when you wake up and you step on your dog.
like when you open an ice cream box and see melted shrimp.
like when you type a long post and you press backspace when the stupid blinking vertical line isnt blinking where you are typing.
like opening the cupboard and getting the instant noodles out and tearing them open and smelling the delicious powder and salivating and fill the pot with water and put the pot on the stove and TEK TEK TEK TEK~ FUCK?!?!?!
like being alive for 19years and realising i have to go for ns.
like dying suddenly.
like becoming a construction worker at a remote island.
like becoming a construction worker at a remote island and having to shave bald and not getting to stare perversely at girls at shopping malls.
like becoming a construction worker at a remote island and having to shave bald and not getting to stare perversely at girls at shopping malls and not having a hostel instead having to travel 20 fucking over mrt stations to a fucked up corner of singapore to get on a fucking boat to fucking get to a remote island.
i loved islands.
oh i loveddddddddddd them.
white sand.
clear waters.
tiki huts.
straw benches.
thirst quenching cocktails.
tekong.
like going to jc and realising you have to take pw.
oh wait wait wait wait,
like you too.