hmmmm...
long time...
I'll start with what happened on friday..
I was trying to get to the Embassy of Japan that day..
wanted alot more info on Japan...from a trusted source.
however...
it turns out its in Nassim road...
deep down inside...
and according to my mother....
it closed at 1630..
and I was sort of lost at 1600...
so..I ended.up..running along...
that pavement opposite Tanglin Mall...
running...in orchard....
in shorts and a t-shirt...
and when I got there at 1620+...
the guard there goes...
'sorry we closed at 1600'..
wtf..
so I called my mother..and went to tell her..
who promptly called...them...
and then she called me again..
but I didn't answer it..
turns out the guard wanted to let me in after my mother spoke with him..
turns out....he thought I wanted to go somewhere else inside..
all of which I had found out...
when I was miles away...
....damn...
now...I'm in Malaysia..
I am thankful that there's..my iBook..
and internet access here..
the Genki Sushi here...is like some super run down version...
of their outlets in Singapore..
the Saba..fish looks shrunken..and tastes like salted fish according to my father..
....ya..
but I found a Cosplay Shinigami outfit..
too bad..its designed wrongly..
and looks gawdy..
sigh...
another 4 more days here.
oh...
and don't you think that
Sarong Party Girl looks like a female version of William Hung?
And so there sat,
that feminine thing.
against the window
where the sun comes in.
though it stayed there..
Obedient, as it may seem,
yet somehow I imagined only,
the twisted destruction,
the maniacal oblivion,
it thought itself could bring.
and so it sat,
through winter and spring,
that feminine thing was ready indeed,
I knew not the time,
I knew not the hour,
but sure as hell
things would turn sour,
so in my bit of paranoia
and gleeful insanity,
I grabbed it by its neck
and tore apart its seems,
watch as I made it confetti smithereens,
but came the thought,
of something inside,
that should've refused the apple Eve gave that night,
so flawed and fractured the human design,
then struck it again,
the feminine thing had another,
an accomplice;
perhaps a brother
but all I could find was but myself
thus once again it struck,
that often one should think before one acts,
that things should be done by fact,
and not by twisted fantasies of the mind's emotion
but only with logical conclusion
-
feel Frosty....
and my cough is killing me.
here I am...
in my house...
watching of all things...
Stripella..
wtf.
seriously..
it maybe because I am high..
damnit..drank about a third to a half of a Vodka bottle..
worth of alcohol at Joseph's farewell party..
wah that guy man..
seriously..made us wait for him...
everyday...WOW..WOW..
WOW=World of Warcraft..
wtf...
Release yourself