Sunrise

in the morning today was breathtakingly beautiful. (7.01 a.m.)

Big Shewa (as that is how you will always be to me)
I miss frolicking :(
I want to be sheep with you.
You want to be sheep with me?
Yes I know you do.
And I miss dancing the weird elvish dance on your bed while listening to Lord of the Rings soundtrack.
And insisting on sleeping on the huge float on your bed which made it puncture.
And my obsession with 'The Legend Book'. WTF?!
And stuffing masak-masak toys in your Mickey Mouse towel and jumping off the bed pretending it was a parachute.
Lord.
And snooping around in Danny's drawers looking for his love letters.
Hide and seek. (There was only behind my couch or in my brother's cupboard)
You = Prisca Chubb.
I forgot mine.
Peeing in the bed :P (SIMULTANEOUSLY!!)
Popcorn.
Meowing for no reason at all.
GONG XI GONG XI GONG XI NI YA! GONG XI GONG XI GONG XI NI (the only part we both know)
Meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow! (must get the tone right)
A boob popping out LOLOLOLOL keep them under control woman
YOU refusing to wake up at 2 a.m. to follow me
and ME having to tahan the whole night LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Me insisting you were my real mother and my mother was my fake mother (!?!?!)
Purposely crying so I could go to Tok Abah's house (we had all sorts of tricks)
Eating nose snot because it looked like a cookie crumb (ok maybe that was only me)
Saying LOL while reading the newspaper (that was only me too)
I still have the picture of you in the red Ferrari shirt with a glass in your hand which you want to burn by the way. (I hid it :P I love it!)
Insisting that whenever you got sick, you slept over at my house so I'd get sick too

Conversations:
12/5/2008 10:28:18 PM shiny happy people: i'm so wittyyyyy...i'm so prettyyyyyy..i'm so wittyyyyy n pretttyyyyy n ggggaaayyyyyyy
12/5/2008 10:28:25 PM .hubba hubba. : affirmative
12/5/2008 10:28:25 PM shiny happy people : take a chance u stupid ho

(I'm trying)

Praying together
Crying together
Laughing together
17 years and still counting woman
That's the age of someone's life
I love you always and forever

Motion

The human body is the most amazing thing ever created.
It is a perfect machine.
Absolutely brilliant.
307 x 8
You do the math.
Muscles taut strings flawlessly pulled

Flex

.

I'm on a roll

Wow three posts in one day fantastic


5.00 a.m.
Woke up
Shat
Ate 5 weet-bix and one yoghurt
Biopsychology and evolutionary/physiological determinism, sociobiology/eugenics/biological politics

6.30 a.m.
90km/h to Gardens
Arrived, parked, stretched
Feet started moving

7.25 a.m.
Only bloody 11km
Not satisfied

7.40 a.m.
Arrived home (60km/h)
10km cycle
LACTIC ACID BUILD UP

8.10 a.m.
(Yeah I cycled 10km in 30 minutes)
Bathed
Second breakfast
French roast (ORGASM)

10.00 a.m.
Queensbay with parents
Shopping
(Guilty)

1.00 p.m.
Home
Lunched
5 minutes of "Unwarranted errors of cause and effect"
Sleep

3.20 p.m.
Woke up
Teatime
Online (hi)

5.43 p.m.
Is now

At The Door by Wong Phui Nam

At the Door

By WONG PHUI NAM

Mother, why did you let
the poison seep down,
blacken leaf and stem
from overhead course down the roots
to pinch and disarrange
the bulging knob
that was to find its shape
to be my head?

Why did you let
the poison seep through,
befoul the streams that join together,
from beneath well up as spoilt blood
to stain and soften
the hooked tail
that was to lose itself
for the forked ends of my limbs?

Did you not sense me,
image my face, my dumb form
before I melted back
into the glistening bunched gel,
red grapes shot thick with ash,
as I, expelled,
made my way out in my sac
filming over so soon with death?

Mother, tell me about your world.
Tell me if you found
the light of day so harsh,
the sight of all things
intrude with such sharp anxieties
upon your heart
and in the night, in sleep,
if you stumbled upon such upheavals,
your dreams could not connect
and you would let your hand to smudge
such traceries, filaments through which,
delicate and sure as crystals forming,
I was to emerge;
let your hand
disturb where no disturbances should -
random places, clear springs of life.

(one of my favourite poems since Form 4.. A classic.)

Wad da hell

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Inspired

Found my old diaries when I was 12
Geez I was quite a character back then
Spent the whole afternoon reliving the past

A Normal Blog Entry

For once I will tell you about my day.
This is because I am quite bored and I am disappointing myself by not doing any work.
So I woke up at 6.30 a.m. like normal and did my little morning things.
Then I read about two pages of Bio but started feeling frisky.
So I walked around the house and then I had breakfast.
I then proceeded to read my third page of Bio but instead fell asleep with my face on the book.
I woke up with a squashed nose.
It was already 9 a.m. so I left for the gym.
At the gym I ran 3 km at 14.6 km/h average.
Again there was some problems with booking the bikes for RPM classes because all the bloody elitist maniacs come at 6 a.m. to put their towels on the best bikes so everyone else has to make do with the stupid ones whose gears don't turn properly.
So I had to take a bike with a gear that sucked.
And then one of the nice and less elitist ones offered me one of their bikes so yay I got that one.
I then almost killed myself while cycling as the instructor always attempts to kill us. Every Saturday I vow never to go back again but I always do.
For someone who runs 15 km easy, I can't even do a 45 minute spinning class without hyperventilating. That's how tough it is.
So after that I continued with the Circuit class which normally was harder (or maybe I wasn't doing it properly).
So there went 3 hours and then its 12 o clock and I should be feeling great but all I feel is STUPID IDIOT YOU WASTED THREE HOURS WHEN YOU COULD HAVE FINISHED ALL ABOUT HELICOBACTER PYLORI THAT IS A GRAM-NEGATIVE SPIRAL SHAPED BACTERIUM.
So yeah rushed home, had lunch
Read 11 pages of Bio
Fell asleep again
Woke up at it was bloody 4.30 p.m.
Started eating because 4.30 p.m. is always eating time
Read 5 pages of Bio
That makes about 20 pages of Bio which is not enough as the book as about 109132846198301.
1
week
per
subject
Sarah
it's
slipping
away.

Anyway yes here I am bloody blogging instead of making the 20 to 30.
And soon it's dinner and I'll waste more time.

But on the plus side I hugged Mum and that just felt so good

Yellow Roses

in a vase
on the table

like sunshine
on my back

mother why did you let the
tears seep down from
your eye
because you are painful to look at
in your corner shut away
we are not so different
in a way i understand
the determination and love
that you project
but its all wrong
isn't it



it hurts
when your definition of self
can only meet the expectation of
smallest fastest fittest smartest best

Friggin' bored and I didn't freaking study

I want to raise a finger and place it on the softness of your wrist. I want to touch the delicateness of your ear and cradle it in the curve of my thumb. You are all the things I desire, and everything I despise. I wish I could burn you in coals and fiery embers, brand your skin with red hot ashes. I want to rip out each hair from every follicle and leave you naked and blistering, a pathetic baby stranded on the sidewalk. I want to pick you up and smother you with kisses and sooth your burning skin with the coolness of my liquid tongue. I see smoke. I see fire. In your eyes I see all things made possible. I dream of you all the time. A moist handprint on the inside of a car window. A torn piece of paper fluttering along the street. It is all you. Everything is you. Each crevice of the dilapidated building on the corner is the infinite realm of your body I want to explore. And I transform cracked and peeling paint into your smooth warm skin. You are milk and ebony. You are dripping chocolate. I want to smother you under blankets and watch you suffocate and weep with the beauty of your glass eyes; those sensuous lips smeared crimson.

must.

push


past

every



body.

(crowded streets and no room on the pavement because they're all holding hands and being happy)