i wanted to rid the space of everything i wrote over the past few months.

but i couldnt.

or maybe i didnt want to.

maybe one day i'll be able to read them all over again without feeling sad.

but for now i can at least focus on getting things back to the way they were.

i'll be happier.

if there's anything i can say thank you for, its for the resolution you gave me.

its sad that i couldnt hold you down. but im sorry you couldnt too.

it was fun while it lasted.

guess i'll just have to keep on going.

and maybe one day i'll see you round the corner again. =)

CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET...

this space's been a little bleak of late.

no more i sayyy!

paul muldoon's a good way to kick start getting rid of all the detritus.

the best thing to happen yesterday.

Winter Wheat

I
The plowboy was something his something as i nibbled
the lobe
of her right ear and something her blouse
for the empire-blotchy globe
of her left breast on which there something a something
louse.

II
Those something lice like something seed-pearls
and her collar something with dandruff
as when Queen Elizabeth entertained the Earls
in her something something ruff.

III
I might have something the something groan
of the something plowboy who would with such
something urge
the something horses, a something and a roan,
had it not been for something splurge
of something like the hare
which even now managed to something itself from the
something plowshare.

quirky.

a little bit of fun: fill out all the somethings with words!

who am i kidding?! =P

only dear patke (hurrah!) will be crazy enough do this kind of thing.

i fear the consequence.

more so i think i fear the unknown.

but its something i must do.

let's hope i dont make a right royal mess out of it.

how many strikes before you're out?

my patience wears thin.

i just hope im wrong.

aside from that, its been a good weekend.

caught the mooncakes at lizard's yst.

(creative popiah session galore! altogether now, sakura popiah!)

so happy to see them and the lao3 coaches again! =)

dinner with the gigglies in celebration of shih's 21st tonight!

anna sui escapades proved to be a riot. ( correct anot pok?) =P

fun fun fun.

things are gonna start getting crazyyyy.

only thing to say to that?

keep up kim!

omg i am like so very nerdy and unhappening la.

its friday night.

arent most people supposed to be out having fun???

what am i doing?

eating hello panda (i will never outgrow hello panda i swear) and keeping company with a pile of history notes.

aiyohhhhhhhhhh.

i find myself becoming increasingly disappointed and disllusioned.

it always resurfaces.

just when everything seems to be getting better.

totally bites you in the ass la.

it doesnt have to be this way.

wish i knew when to quit.

or how for that matter.

WE BUILT IT ALL ON ROCK AND ROLL...



i love the fighters.

thank you for everything. it was a blast every step of the way.

and know what? i think somewhere along the line, we did find that perfect game. =)

you guys are everything to me. really.

haha wah lau damn mushy la!

but anyways,

to lizard, maxi, half k, lao blur, shuzenathan d/o ong, xy, no.6 and m.bison:

i'll really miss you guys. alot. thanks for being such a huge part of my life these past two years! dont go away k!!! we'll always be a team. heart you guys.=)

to the other fighters:

i heart you all!! see you at the pool!! hahaha =)

in an aside,

i should be studying for my midterm tmr.

my brain is devoid of anything concrete.

this football/nuclear war stuff is completely flying over the top of my head.

ughhhhhhh.

but its ok! there is hope!

cos im getting fawlty towers from jen tmr!

in exchange for blackadder! (not mine i might add. oops. =P)

hurrahhhhhh.

nothing that some good brit humour cant put right. heh.

its weird.

i never had to grasp for straws when it came to words. now it seems i do.

i dont like it.

howhow?

dunno leh.

maybe i should go finish endzone. all that nuclear war shit will surely knock me out cold.

i hate how i blog only when i feel inclined to the melancholic.

and i hate how im always unable to find the right words to articulate.

there's never a total release.

tired.

maybe im just doing this to myself.

seeing the shit and walking right into it.

but no one gets a one up on beck when he said

everybody's gotta learn sometime

the irony.