Saturday, March 06, 2004
i love u baby girl.
u r mine
all mine
n, just in case u still think im sick..
ive left my old ways behind
they say love is blind,
but u taste gd,
w a little lime.
our love, sublime
(n not just coz i want it to rhyme)
-- her
Friday, March 05, 2004
D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70D70
oh boy, its all i can think abt ever since i saw it in the store yest.
(im sorry jo, from now on, u take 2nd place)
ps: D70 is not a durian. its just a digital camera.
the love hexagon -- william sutcliffe
he places a Becks in front of her, sits n smiles.
'guy's ... er...?' she says.
he shrugs. 'not...'
'here yet?'
'no.'
'late. probably. as usual.'
'as usual,' he says, smiling.
she smiles back. 'he'll ... shouldnt be... long.'
'sentences,' he says. 'u dont believe in them?'
a flicker of life springs into her eyes. 'sometimes,' she says, smirking. 'sometimes useful. unnecessary often.'
'word order? find it useful u dont?'
helen smiles again. she had been dreading the evening, knowing that guy wld contrive to leave her alone w a complete stranger. graham seemed OK, though. u cld instantly spot him as the kind of person who wasnt remotely interested in having a serious conversation, n it was a relief to b able to talk nonsense, instead of going thru the usual wat-do-u-do? where-do-u-live? do-u-like-it-there? conversation she always seemed to have at parties. graham, it was already clear, was only interested in nonsense.
'word order,' she says, surprised by the sudden loudness of her own voice, 'meaning for the comunication of essential sometimes. but unnecessary often.'
graham laughs. 'guy fucking bastard late for being is. introduces us hasnt even.'
'bastard fucking. right r u.'
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
flo: i wanna go to the maldiiiis
jo: dives
flo: die wat die?
jo: maldives, not maldiiis.
flo: oh
felt stupid but the moment passed quickly.
afterall, its something common.
my list of frequently mispronouced words
1) 'glarp' = 'gulp'
2) 'electroculated' = 'electrocuted'
3) 'ood' = 'wood'
4) 'lovff' = 'love'
Monday, March 01, 2004
a slow sunday.
12pm: morning call from nic n joyce. (*&^%$#@#$%^. went back to zzz.
4pm: woke up when mom called my hp. had kfc.
5pm: jo came over for 2 hrs.
7pm: had ipoh hor fun. read comics for an hr.
8pm: fell zzz with comic bk on tummy.
10pm: woke up for ching tang which daddy bought.
12am: otak n sliced fish porridge which daddy ta baoed from jurong.
everyday shld b this
jo says im fat.
(n i was affected enough to actually take out the scales.)
besides jo n my parents,
the person who calls me the most often is karen.
karen who?
yes, karen who.
mskarenthepushynunreasonableinsuranceagent
whocallsmeeverydayfromdiffphonesoiwontknowwhoiscallingme.
im sorry she has such a long name.
karen: so, when can we have a 2nd meeting?
me: for wat?
karen: to clarify any doubts that u might have n to know which policy u have decided on.
me: (wtf, its only been a wk since her boss gave me the sales pitch n im to choose my policy now?) no doubts so far. n my dad is choosing the policies for me.
karen: so do u know on wat basis is he using to choose the policies?
me: i dont know n i dont care.
karen: but its your money.
me: (wtf, of coz its my money, so y r u indirectly telling me that i shld give u my money to buy ur stupid policy?) - silence
karen: eer, can i call u back in a wk's time to confirm your decision?
me: (ive to foot the installments for life! n u want me to make my decision within a wk? too rash. ) my dad's taking his time to decide.
karen: ok, 3 wks later then.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
laohu's best friend
simply because he tries his darnest to fish for laohu.
----joraffe----
