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Saturday, October 19, 2002
 
blowjob............ orgasm......... sex on the beach................... pick one

u said it dong........... u so said it........... and hence u seal ur fate..... ahahah.................. well........... ain't really gonna hold u to it............ but if u insist.. hey! i'm game! eheheh............. u know where to get me............. eheheh

i like my marghueritas liquid............

imagine waking up everyday to hear an angel coaxing u awake................. bliss...................... a voice with the quality of jewel, without the sharpness; with the mellowness of frente without the helplessness; and the crispness of tanya chua.................. "if i were a guy, i'd be gushing over her man............."
nothing to describe it but a 'wow'..................

no offence, but i'm so glad i received complimentary tix to double bill.............. even though i cou.ldn't get a one-for-one drink after that, i still felt it was more worth it........... it was fantastic............. the first play was draggy and the diction was kinda unclear............ the second was less draggy but still kin draggy, funny, though prolonged........... well............... i'd be looking forward to seeing a penguin sipping a whiskey on the rocks, slowly, with its flippers, paying 4bucks for it, from its wallet at a bar........... eheheh
that'll be the day i tell myself "Daphne, u're drunk......... it's time u gave up drinking" but really.......... a penguin?!?~!? ahaha......... those who went for e show.... u know what i mean....... ***winkwink***

there comes a time when we're all caught in dilemmas, and i'm facing a couple now......... what do i do? what obligation comes face to face with preference and personal goals........ what then? and pragmatism clamps down hard on idealism? what have i got left except a handful of wispy ideals, slipping through the cracks of my fingers............. there comes a time when we all have to face up to these dilemmas and make our decision........... i don't wanna make em all at the same time........... hockey........ church.......... ambition.......... my life........ my beliefs......... must i choose?

oh well............ the long day has taken it's toll on me.......... waking early at 0800hrs......... playing hockey after months of inactivity in e hot sun........ going for a run after playing hockey after months of inactivity in e hot sun............ going home under the hot sun............... trying hard to cram lear into my head in the oppressive heat............... having to weigh pros and cons of my actions and decisions against its effect on the people around me and the effect on me from the effect of people around me............ the long ardous bus ride(which happened to be the wrong bus.... ehehe oppsss.........)......... the rush to get to srt on time............ the commotion and sense of now knowing what e hell's going on while instillation art hits you in the face, out of the blue............. sitting through an hour of torment and boredom(kind of a paradox isn't it?)............. sitting through another hour of lighter torment, which was lightening and breath-takingly amusing, initially(another paradox).............. catching a glimpse of an angel singing......... sitting through the final hour of torment of so called 'jazz' covers, which should be more appropriately called 'oldies'............ the wonderful amazing vocals of shimona, beautiful beautiful beautiful, simply angelic................ if i died and went to heaven, i wanna hear her voice singing to me when i awake................. the simply alcoholic margheurita and fries, yum............... the nonsensical non-stop jabbering from myself throughout the day.............. wonder where my fuel comes from... hmmm.................. ***yawn***
long day? seems so............ i dunno...... really looking forward to tomoro, or technically speaking, later today....... wonder if i'll get a shelling from my folks........ eheheh
oh well........ what's life without some adventure here and there? a lil uncertainty and tethering on the brink of being grounded for the erst of my active social life? of spending my time all out and having fun, playing hockey pubbing talking cock shopping drinking coffee blogging online icqing online chilling out by listenins to good music live or recorded................ all at the risk of screwing up my 'a's and subsequently the rest of my life? i'm jabbering ain't i? told ya so................... till then............. toodeloo.....
***silly grin***

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living the life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
Every time I see you falling
I'll get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
- 'Bizarre Love Triangle', Frente

 

 
   
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