the most exciting attractions are between 2 opposites that never meet. Fuckk this feel like sleeping in my ears, so tired. I bet its raining outside but ofcourse right. I mean, my hand hairs are standing at attention, as if their lives depended on it. “Its as sunny as ever.” Ruth? really? My stomach is telling me to barrrrf, whilst Syida and Amos re-enact scenes from…. mmm i don’t know where. “Oh my gaaad” he says. with a straight face? I cannot take those 2 hahahaha stop making me laugh hahahahahahaha JOKE! when i’m determined to be gloom and doom when things go boom. btw? Nick jonas nom nom nom. If you’re born on feb 29, you celebrate your birthday every four years but what happens when u die on feb 29? Amos you are a deep well. Goodbye world, i’m going to emboss my self on your lips, if you say yes. Find your inner warhol, professor, you just made me want to start on my project now, thank you. I can see it in my head! Finally!
I’m down to 11 pages of soulful story (cannot cutdown to 8 pages la mofo) with a little bit of a sad song inside. heh, god i wish it wasn’t going to be graded… don’t think i’ll survive another punch in the gut like the last time, or will i? All the world is a stage. Right then, next assignment i’m on to you. Andy Warhol it is. I’m going to put a (book) sleeve on it like it was a bare naked lady, oh yea i’m going to dress you up in some kind of a perfect moleskin. WHAT? I think inspiration got stuck in my throat, i’d now like to choke in my thoughts thanks. I don’t want to throw away my art work in bugis junction ever again.
i’m writing my script now but i had to stop awhile and put on a bit of trentemoller. A blue aura means you’re a born survivor. I will take your word for it, world wide web. Unfortunately, you’re just another story i can’t tell anymore. I’m unable to write. (partly) because right now, i’ve got to take a dump. Must be this hazelnut latte – it tastes like feet & knuckle soup. stomach is bubbling ooo i want to do a little dance for …
(wow leave me alone find your own things to do.) anyway, back from watching This Is It. I loved every second of it ouf ouf! His voice has healing powers, yes that must be it. got very emotional (sorry) at some parts; especially when he sang “I’ll be there.” There is one line in that song that kills me every single time i put it on. He is a special person, this michael jackson. A fucking awesome cut above the rest, a definite genre of his own & one helluva beautiful gift to all – especially those of us who need it the most. Glad he lived during our era, we’re the lucky ones. “God Bless You All” he kept saying. I was trying to decide on which my favorite song was but i couldn’t pick one out. From human nature to billie jean (!) to beat it to wanna be startin somethin to the way you make me feel (this song is so sexy i can’t deal)… It was impossible to single one song out, actually. But the feeling that came through me when the gliss on that piano burst through the sound system for “I want you back” oh my goddd was smiling from heart to soul to eyes la sial. Loved it. Who cares about the scandals and rumours and whatever else they’re spinning out there. I can’t believe he’s gone now – not when i just watched him onscreen putting together a show that was set to blow the world away. mmm.
Jesus, i’m hooked to this tamil song la how embracing of my language am i? anyway it was a good thing that i did not coop myself up at hoaammm today, feel much better i guess haha not so much but still better. but why ah still can’t shake off this hurt feeling … so gay need to grow some balls right sigh. nyway, i can’t wait to watch this is it with the parentals and my sister tomorrow, moonwalker i’m coming for you. I’m gonna look at some more Zooey pickchures now, she’s so adorable. and then pile on the big big sleeps man i’m so tired even though i did nothing nothing nothing at all today but drink peppermint mocha and have a little coffee rave hell yeah!
So ummm I was wearing the shortest shorts when i opened the door to an imam and his wife dropping by our house to send my parents a wedding invitation. Upon looking my choice of pajamas i think i saw them convulse into a dangerous flinch of sorts (whilst i internally died.) Ha ha ha excuse me while i graciously entertain a hearty laugh over my lame life. Well i’m supposed to be asleep somewhere in between Mister Leslie (my huge ass gay pink softy octopus friend) and the human ROT that is my bed but i’m so depressed ah, my mind refuses to let go and shut down. I fucking miss Mexico like an insane man hooked on Mr bean. mmm that didn’t make sense but that’s just it. My heart is tired and my soul is aching and i wish that i still had my pictures to look at but i don’t because they’ve been mercilessly vaporized. I should count sheep. I’d rather count the pebbles on cobble stoned streets.
I abhor vegetables. Mark twain said that in 20 years, you’d be more disappointed by what you didn’t do than what you did. Okay, its cool then, sorta. Oh life, with your shoulders in the mirror. What a week it has been! it started out like an ass face and it seems like its gonna end in the same way. snort. Never again, neem. (i tell myself this every time but my voice is too soft probably) fuck this shit, i’m going to take kuty (he loves my denim jacket, feel so touched la) and sew colorful backpacks somewhere… only we know.
