Meringue Tower/Gingerbread Crossroads



Monday, August 30, 2004
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my throat was screwed this morning from the 5-hr-KBOX yelling/screaming/shouting experience yesterday with zhao,dele and later bao bei. As usual, had a rocking good time with F.I.R. and S.H.E. (finding a word dat contains all 6 letters) FISHER! yay. dat took 30sec. i'm quite a genius. ....ANYWAY.... "Lydia" and "Superstar" jus seriously kicks ass, and i love Emil Chau oldies. NOTHING beats oldies (think Jimmy Ye "Zong Shi Ting Ni Shuo" and Li Du's "Hao xiang hao hao")

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I signed up for Army Half Marathon (aka Sheares Bridge Run). $12. 26th September. 21 km. I'm freaked out already. I have no idea what got into me. 21. 2. 1. half the east2west length of singapore. (is it?)

And...i'm also going to get a referral letter from the Army Medical officer to xray my left knee. Yes. Both of this at the same time. I suspect a really explosive conflict but i'm still in denial.

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I'm glad that there are people picking up Jing Yong's Swordfighting novels to read as the "Heavenly Sword and Dragon-slaying Sabre (god. e translation.)" Taiwan TV adaptation gets popular. Although it's quite ironic that his books have to rely on inferior versions of its contents to attract readers, i'm still glad. But i still can't find my 1st volume for the novel which is jus bastardy.

And since i'm on books, jj actually finished reading both books i got him. *everyone gasps (okay...it's jus me and jb :P)* And it's onli 30th August! Less than a month! And he was hunting for a paperback version for "5 ppl u meet in heaven" which doesn't exist (according to kino n borders), then he actually contemplated getting a hardcover which is $30. *disbelief* A Thirst to READ.... JJ....BOOKS. Can it be?

Buying him books / Making him read -- it MUST be one of my greatest achievements. haha.

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U know how dangerous it is when i spend 15 min thinking of how to bake that marshmallow brownie while i was trying to get to sleep last night.

Very.

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I don't like arguing.
I don't like having to explain myself.
I don't like people telling me that they have been nice to me even if they really have been.
I don't like big pimples i can't squeeze yet cos it's not ahem...."ripe" (?).
I don't like feeling sleepy all day (it's terrible. i have no idea why. for the past few days.)
I don't like fingers on my neck.
I don't like over-friendly (new) people that think that i dun mean it when i lash at them verbally.

I like 2 cans of Becks and a stick of Virginia Slim Menthol after stuffing myself at dinner. (I could do without the approving look on my dad's face though.)
I like my own brownie. So did my brother, who ate up half of it.
I like running in third for my 4km squadron run at West Coast Park even if it's only because half of the people didn't bother.
I like Benganwan Solo's 9-layered cake.
I like it when people say i'm 'cold', 'unfeeling' or 'heartless', it makes me think i'm much stronger than i think i am.


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I walked home today from the bus stop. I visualised my dead body about 5m in front of me on the road beside the pavement. It would be there if i chose to suddenly fall to my right when a car approaches at a high-enough speed. I wondered if the dead body would have been happier than the one walking on the pavement.

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it's 23:17. The absolutely last minute i can hang around before i'm going to be dreadfully late when i book in. Eeps.

8/30/2004 10:29:00 PM