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Friday, March 14, 2003

i am the only idert in chi class
who doesnt understand cantonese.
always feel left out during break time.
everyone seems to b speaking in gibberish

only 2 considerate souls r willing to converse in eng with me
they r florence n zhihui.
wat would i do w/o them?

Thursday, March 13, 2003

anyway, i meant to post this up n somehow deleted the previous one during the process.

today is siling's bday.
happy twenty- third.
nice no. brings back memories *gush*
okok, shall not side track.
she had a weird wish list.
but since she was the queen for the day, we had to oblige.
sam gave 20kg of rice.
terry gave 8kg washing detergent.
lisa gave a wok.
siyi gave a huge bottle of L'oreal shampoo n conditioner
joyce gave 1l of cooking oil, oyster sauce n salt.
florence gave 40 rolls of toilet paper.

sigh, ive accidentally deleted my previous post.
butter fingers. *licks her fingers. yum*

so let me c n p it again.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003
another dream of me being back in spore.
this time, im getting ready for the flight back.
alas, when the dream ended, i missed the flight.


seems like not long b4, i dreamt that i was back in spore.
n now i missed the flight back to uk?
okokok. (surrenders)
i know i want to stay in spore.
the thing is, i hardly remember my dreams.
but now....2 times in a row..all abt spore. all involving flying.
i used to love flying.
now? i even dread the thot of flying back to spore.
the train ride to airport, the 14 hrs flight, the transfer.
so draining.
if only, ive mastered the art of teleporting.
im currently at level 3 only.
sigh, another 35 more to go.
dream on i guess. // posted by i burst a helium balloon at 3/12/2003 07:25:14 AM cabanas cigars (6)

n as for the comments...... here they r, all 5 of them. if any adds them after ive posted this up.. too bad for them.

aiyah. you suck larh you. who ask you go until so far away to study. *rolls eyes at flo*
rach | 03.12.03 - 1:23 pm | #

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i hope you fail in the art of teleporting. i hope you develop a sudden phobia of planes. i hope you dream another dream of staying in uk forever. i wish i never existed...
she who refuses to be known - - | 03.12.03 - 1:27 pm | #

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stop dreaming and find something constructive to do.
jel | 03.12.03 - 2:46 pm | #

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STOP DREAMING AND GO BUY A KITTEN HOME, TAKE GOOD CARE OF IT. I HAVE EMAILED U THE LIST OF NAMES I WANT U TO CONSIDER NAMING IT. FLUFFYBUNS WOULD BE MY TOP CHOICE, SO DO TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION. UR MOTHER N I MISS U PLENTY TOO, AND NO U WONT MISS UR FLIGHT BACK, BECAUSE WE'D BE WAITING FOR U, SO STUDY HARD, AND PLAY WITH FLUFFYBUNS. WE LOVE U.

UR OVER-ZEALOUS PARENTS, MAMA AND DADA, WITH LOTS OF LOVE,
UR DAD - | 03.12.03 - 4:10 pm | #

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wont rascal kill the kitten??
rach | 03.12.03 - 5:11 pm | #

daddy, ive read your list of names. but somehow, as i read thru the list of names, they all sound vaguely familiar. 'Lucy, Mary, Lulu, Sally, Meimei, Susan..' ALAMAK! DADDY! uve given me the list of all your call girls! no wonder.... *hides the list from mummy*
puck to dad | 03.12.03 - 8:25 pm | #







Tuesday, March 11, 2003

pink - family protrait (edited)

mama pls stop crying.
i cant stand the sound
ur pain is painful
n its tearing me down
i hear glasses breaking
as i sit up in my bed
i told dad that u dont mean the nasty things u said

u fight abt money
abt me n my bro
n this i come home to
this is my shelter

it aint easy growing up in WW3.
never knowing wat love could b
u c,
i dont want love to destroy me like it has done my family

daddy pls stop yelling
i cant stand the sound.
make mama stop crying
coz i need u ard.
my momma she loves u
no matter wat she says is true
i know that she hurts u
but remb that i love u too

i ran away today
ran from the noise. ran away
dont want to go back to that place
but dont have no choice no way

it aint easy growing up in ww3.
never knowing wat love could b.
u c, i dont want love to desert me like it did my family

in our family protrait.
we look pretty happy.
lets play pretend
like it comes naturally

i dont wanna have to split the hols
i dont wanna 2 addresses
i dont wanna step by anyways
i dont wanna my mamma change her last name.

can we work it out? (can we?)
can we b a family? (can we?)
i promise i will b better
mummy, i will do anything
can we work it out?
can we b a family?
i promise i will b better,
daddy, pls dont leave

daddy. daddy dont leave. daddy. daddy dont leave. daddy. daddy dont leave. turn ard pls. remb the nite u left? u took my shining star. daddy dont leave. daddy dont leave. daddy dont leave. dont leave us here leave. i will b nicer. i will b so much better. i will tell my bro. i wont spill the milk at dinner. ill b so much better. i will do everything rite. i will b ur little ger forever. i will go to sleep at nite.

*boy,10 yrs old, vacant look in his eyes,
sits with his back against the barn's walls,
time seems to tick softly by
he draws his legs to his chest,
wraps his arms tightly around his legs.
he sits like this for some time.
his body tilts tentatively forward.
his body rocks back,
softly whispering 'come back dad',
which the audience can barely make out.
he rocks forward again.
he leans backward again.
'come back dad' is now more audible.
his rocking gradually picks up speed and intensity.
each time he rocks back,
he hits the wall harder n harder,
creating a sense of rhythm.
*thump thump thump thump*
intertwined with his monotonous chanting 'come back dad. come back dad. come back dad.'
the thumps get increasingly louder.
by this time,
he has entered a comatose state.
thumping and chanting reaches a crescendo
'come back dad. come back dad. come back dad. come back dad. come back dad. come back dad.'*

*boy sits in the same barn, surrounded by dried hay.
he picks up a matchbox n takes out a matchstick.
he strikes the first match.
taken aback by the sudden flame,
he blows it out immediately.
he strikes another match
b4 blowing it out after 1 sec.
he lites another n another.
each time, he takes a longer time to blow them out than b4.
mesmerised by the flame,
he doesnt realise that he has reached the last matchstick.
he mechanically lites it up,
staring intently into the flame.
only when the flame licks his thumb n second finger
he startles n drops the match.
the dried hay promptly catches fire n spreads within seconds.
he panics n searches frantically for the door.
he races towards it.
just as he reaches the door,
the door was slammed shut by the village bullies.
he thumps furiously at the door,
'LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!'
laughing is heard without.
the bullies refuse to open the door n drags a log across.
glancing back at the advancing fire,
the boy ,fists sore from the numerous thumps, cries louder
'DAD! SAVE ME. DAD! DAD! SAVE ME. DAD! HURRY UP. THE FIRE'S APPROACHING. DAD? DADDY? DADDDY?DADDDDYYY!DADDY, PLS PLS SAVE ME. DADDY COME BACK N SAVE ME. DADDDDDDY!'
upon hearing his desperate cries, the bullies laugh hilariously,
n mimics his cries for his dad, 'daddy, daddy, daddy'
soon, his frantic voice fades off.
'DADDDDddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy................'
the village bullies look at each other with a smug look on their faces.
however, the smug look is soon to be replaced with ..... *

*black smoke is seen coming out from the barn
n crackling sounds of the fire can now be heard.
with slow realisation in their eyes,
the bullies look at each other silently.
without deliberation, they run off in various directions.*

this is the summer of 1953 which they have lost their innocence.

dennis potter - blue remembered hills (edited)




Sunday, March 09, 2003

*piangggggggggggggggg*
this is the sound made when my housemate stepped on her mirror on the messy floor of her room.

*knock knock*
this is the sound made when she knocked on my door to show me her wonderful footwork.

*tic tic tic tic*
this is the sound made when she went online to find remedies to revert her 7 yrs of bad luck

*ARGHHHHHHHH!!!*
this is the sound made when she found out that she has to bury the broken mirror in a softflowing stream with the aid of a spoon.

*NOOOOOOOOOOOO*
this is the sound made when she asked me to accompany her for the ritual rites in the rain.

*ring ring*
this is the sound made when she called up her reliable mother for advice.

*ohhhh*
this is the sound made when her mom told her to just sweep the accident side n our doorway 2 remove the badluck.

frenz came over for a yummy dinner (roast lamb, homemade kenny rogers corn muffins, nachos n bread n butter pudding) n she retold them her 7 yrs of bad luck story. all of us couldnt resist missing the excellent opportunity to jibe at her. 1 kindly highlighted the fact that there is no river in our city n helpfully suggested the lake in our university park. another was so positive in her thinking and replied that if she had dig with the spoon, she mite unearth more treasures. i cut in at this pt n said in a matter of fact voice 'yes, more broken mirrors'

now that we r in our final yr, we r holding more n more dinner parties. the fact that we might not meet each other after we grad gets stronger n stronger each day.there's a conscious effort to do more things with more people.more more more (insert sound effect of pepsi's 'ask for more') time seems to be running out. *tick tock tick tock*. i wish that we could live forever lidat. no work. no stress. no parents. no restrictions.





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