lurve this song.memories of primary school days flood in whenever i hear it.those carefree days,(anybody had those carefree shoes?) when we were all innocent and never ever hav to worry abt life.and the day wasnt complete until ur uniform is dirty.i miss the smell of fresh morning dew....*sighs* We're Going to be Friends Fall is here, hear the yell back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we're going to be friends Walk with me, Suzy Lee through the park and by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we found safely walk to school without a sound safely walk to school without a sound Here we are, no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now its time to learn we clean up and now its time to learn Numbers, letters, learn to spell nouns, and books, and show and tell at playtime we will throw the ball back to class, through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall teacher marks our height against the wall We don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that I sound funny but she likes the way you sing Tonight I'll dream while in my bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphabet and when I wake tommorow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again I can tell that we're going to be friends


lurve this song.memories of primary school days flood in whenever i hear it.those carefree days,(anybody had those carefree shoes?) when we were all innocent and never ever hav to worry abt life.and the day wasnt complete until ur uniform is dirty.i miss the smell of fresh morning dew....*sighs* We're Going to be Friends Fall is here, hear the yell back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we're going to be friends Walk with me, Suzy Lee through the park and by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we found safely walk to school without a sound safely walk to school without a sound Here we are, no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now its time to learn we clean up and now its time to learn Numbers, letters, learn to spell nouns, and books, and show and tell at playtime we will throw the ball back to class, through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall teacher marks our height against the wall We don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that I sound funny but she likes the way you sing Tonight I'll dream while in my bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphabet and when I wake tommorow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again I can tell that we're going to be friends



Can you say fellatio??? been getting lotsa weird messages from strangers.methinks its becos of the whois.dunt really know why i put it there in the first place.no special meaning just like the way it sounds *haha* please people im fucking straight.i dunt swim upstream or watever metaphor u wanna use.and if u hav a problem wif that feel free to fellate me.



i am not as cluless as u think i am.i may seem oblivious to everything ard me but trust me i know.this facade i put on is just an act.im psychotic i remember everything.rings a bell doesnt it?


it went well without a glitch.except for the rain part.the dressing code was casual.not that i had a tux or anything.watched chicago since she havnt seen it yet.she reminds me of one of those pullstring dolls (not sure if that is wat it is really called) .talks and girlish giggles whenever the string is pulled.sugary diabetes-inducing sweetness.proceeded to coffee after that at starbucks where we talked for hours.well she did most of the talking and i did most of the listening.been never been a good conversationalist.she was talking and all i did was look into her blue tinted contacts smiling.laughed over how young we look in each others ic pic.she filled the awkard silence moments perfectly with a smile just to make me feel comfortable.the nite had to end at sum point so she had her last cig and after that we took the train home.thanked her for her presence and for the lurvely nite.good nites were exchanged and then she was gone.....



say wat is dis i found? my own two feet? gee thats swell.been wondering wer its been.say i can walk again.i dunt need u anymore.and i do think u never really needed me much anyway.guess wat ur witty im-smarter-than-thou sarcasm dunt really werk on me now.im immune to it now doll.thats rite.i m m u n e.


how do u die from a broken heart? is there a medical term for it? brokennus heartus perhaps? is sumone really worth dying for? *shrugs* questions too big for my wee lil head.


had a lil soiree to celebrate the event.no loud music,no unknown strangers and no blaring muxic.just ppl whom ive known for abt 10 yrs maybe even more.still feeling numb from the whole thing.dunt feel older.dunt feel wiser.NUMB.so anuther year passed.so what.i feel the same way as i did the day before.anyway im not really one to celebrate it but it was a nice gesture from everybody.i thank u all for making me feel special on this day.a day i cud call my own.tomorrow (today technicallly) is anuther big day.a new day awaits..... p/s: thanks for the advice.saved me a whole lotta trouble wit the commitment thingy.thanks and thanks again everybody.appreciate it truly.



i feel as if life has made a 180360 degrees turn on me.from down in the doldrums to the dizzying heights of happiness.im still stuck in my dead-end job,still gettin the same low pay but at least im happier now.not feelin so manic depressed anymore.the attacks hav stopped now (although im sure its still lurkin in the corner of my mind).fuck that im happy let me be.



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The little things that matter Ver. 2.0 (again in no fucking order) strawberry flavored ricola,c.s.i,sunday mornings,morning cartoons,the post-rain smell,late nite driving,sleeping in on rainy days,see soccer nites,chocolate ice cream,late nite ghost stories,the muppets,stray kittens,people watching,being alone,talkin cock sessions that ends in the morning,breakfast at mcdonalds,patches,badges with funny sayings,channel MTV,blender magazine,ten cent coins for public phone,rosaline,army buddies,south park vcd's,aromatherapy set,morning jogs,paranoia,oversea holidays,jigsaw puzzles,ez link card,namecard filled with phone numbers,fluffable pillows,being tall,my sanity.



The little things that matter (and in no fucking order) white tees,living dead dolls,toesocks,hyperactive niece and nephew,off days,the late nite chats and phone calls,calvin and hobbes comic strips,life's little surprises,peanut butter waffles,my digicam,long bus/mrt rides,starry nites,nescafe coffee,visits from hyperactive niece and nephew,fhm and maxim magazines,levi's jeans,endless list of cds,cable tv,the simpsons,mario puzo books,old band tees,mad magazines,instant food,cool breeze on a hot day,memories,supper with friends,pay days,reading blogs,holland village,the mcdonald at clementi,spirit of moonflower on a lady,starbucks mocha frapp/ coffebean's ice blended mocha,rainy days,indie cult movies,converse shoes,baby photos,anonymosity.



Here she comes you'd better watch your step She's going to break your heart in two it's true It's not hard to realise just look into her false colored eyes She'll build you up to just put you down what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale) the things she does to please (she's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale) See the way she walks hear the way she talks You're written in her book you're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown what a clown Little boy, she's from the street before you start you're already beat She's going to play you for a fool yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale) the things she does to please (she's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale) See the way she walks hear the way she talks -femme fatale



and the truth shall set you free sumtimes even blogging doesnt help.all this thing does is nod and nod agreeing with everythin i say.wers a good advice when u need one ey? i wish i hav one of those thingamajig-balls wic cud answer all of ur answers. i get the feeling that sum ppl think that im a drag.(not the trans type mind u) the booring kind.the one that drags (pardon the pun) them along wif me chains and all.im not even gonna apologise for that.just had to get that out of the system thank u.*gives the middle finger salutations*



Denileal isnt just the name of a river in egypt. here i am all alone at home on a saturday night doing laundry.whee!!! the fun never stops in my world.



saw a reflection of myself in the mirror today and saw a face ive long forgotten.the eyes,the cheekbones.definitely him.wonder wat he wud say to me? "im proud of u'? or "how's life?"knowing him he wud probably not say anything.wasnt really the talkin kinda guy.never had one of those moments.still remember holding his hands wen we went for outing.how it wud completely cover my wee lil hand.how he wud hold my face as he combs my hair.dad im all grown up now sis is married now and she has quite a family for herself.u shud look at ika sumday.im sure u wud really like her.bro is doin okay and marriage is on the plans.as for me life is hard without u but i am still holding on.wish u were here sumtimes wen i needed u.mom looks happier and i promise to look after her.always knowing that u r lookin after us.been 14 years but i still remember all the yesterdays dad.i'll always be ur lil saiful.



stripped down of everything.down to the bones.and all i hav left are my writings.



dunt even know why i even bother to blog these days.it seems that everyone gets to see wat i write.well,everyone except me that is.its as though my blog has frozen in time.and i hav no idea how to remedy it.thinking of starting from scratch but i reckon im too lazy to redo everything.maybe i shudnt hav tinker with the template so much.tch tch.me and my itchy hands.my patience with this blog is really wearing thin.maybe i shud just close it down fer a few weeks and see wat happens then.maybe not becos i know im gonna be back here after a few days.shudders at the thought that im so dependent on sumthin that i started as just to kill off time.