Thursday, February 19, 2004
my kick ass headphones
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
back with a vengence
unable to get a cab from my side of the road,
i proposed to cross the road as that might increase our chances.
jo wanted to run across n climb over the divider
but i shouted, 'use the overhead bridge lah!'
with that, jo laughed, 'ure the most un-bung bung ive ever known.
u dont like to run across the road, u dont like to get dirtied, u dont carry my bags .....'
though the rest of her words were lost in the wind, that just abt set the tone for the day.
on the verge of alighting from the cab did i realise i had forgotten to bring my wallet out.
*$%^&*(*&65#$%^&
it was not funny. not funny at all. (so nic, stop laughing)
jo's wallet was empty then.
luckily she had enough coins on her to pay the uncle.
i wont like to think otherwise.
the prob of lunch was easily solved w the appearance of nic n joyce.
after lunch, some girl(?) lent (?)/returned(?) jo some money so that was what tide us over for the day itself.
the 4 of us then cabbed to marina south.
after trying unsuccessfully to fly our kites,
we sprawled across the mat, rotted.
nic proceded to prod me with her fingers.
too lazy to even lift my finger,
i left jo to slap nic's fingers away, time after time.
-rolls ard the mat.
my macho gf protecting my dignity.
as the day gradually draws to a close,
we took the mrt back to bishan.
during the ride,
jo looked at me, 'u really didnt buy me anything for today?'
a curt, 'no'
n a pause
followed by a hopeful 'made me anything?'
'no' again.
we ta bao-ed dinner n walked home.
to my house.
yes, jo actually sent me home.
lalalalala.
very un-bung bung, no?
*smiles.
but i never did say that i was a bung in the first place.
n seriously, jo makes an excellent gf.
if ure searching for a bung, that is.
as u can c from my above testimony.
pls feel free to ask me for her contact no.
all gd things r meant to b shared.
happy vday.
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all good things are meant to be shared
im sorry sweetums
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-glaaaaares
Sunday, February 15, 2004
note: post deleted as requested.
the giving tree -- shel silverstein
once there was a tree
and she loved a little boy.
and everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns and play king of the forest
he would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
and they would play hide-and-go-seek
and when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.
and the boy loved the tree ...
very much
and the tree was happy
but time went by.
and the boy grew older.
and the tree was often alone.
then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'come, boy, come and climb
up my trunk and swing from my branches
and eat apples and play in my shade
and be happy.'
'i am too big to climb and play,' said the boy.
'i want to buy things n have fun.
i want some money.
can u give me some money?'
'im sorry,' said the tree, 'but i have no money.
i have only leaves n apples.
take my apples, boy, and sell them
in the city. then you will have money
and you will be happy.'
and so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered
her apples
and carried them away.
and the tree was happy.
but the boy stayed away
for a long time ...
and the tree was sad.
and then one day
the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'come, boy,
climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'i am too busy to climb trees,'
said the boy.
'i want a house to keep me warm,'
he said.
'i want a wife and i ant children,
and so i need a house.
can u give me a house?'
'i have no house,' said the tree.
'the forest is my house,
but you may cut off my branches and build a house.
then you will be happy.'
and so the boy cut off
her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
and the tree was happy.
but the boy stayed away
for a long time.
and when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'come, boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'i am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'i want a boat that will take me far away from here.
can you give me a boat?'
'cut down my trunk and make a boat,'
said the tree.
'then you can sail away ...
and be happy.'
and so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
and the tree was happy ...
but not really.
and after a long time
the boy came back again.
'i am sorry, boy,'
said the tree, 'but i have nothing
left to give you --
my apples are gone.'
'my teeth are too weak
for apples,' said the boy.
'my brances are gone,'
said the tree. 'you
cannot swing on them --'
'i am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'my trunk is gone,' said the tree.
'you cannot climb --'
'i am too tired to climb,' said the boy.
'i am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'i wish that i could
give you something ...
but i have nothing left. i am just
an old stump. i am sorry ...'
'i dont need very much now,'
said the boy,
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
i am very tired.'
'well,' said the tree,
straightening herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting.
come, boy, sit down.
sit down and rest.'
and the boy did.
and the tree was happy.
(as long as you are, i will be. :) )
the end.
----joraffe----
