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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
after me comes the flood
Friday, April 03, 2009 | 6:12 pm

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, pisat O Fevrale navsnryd. poka grohochushaya slyakot, vesnoyu charnoyu gorit. - Regina Spektor

like a storyline in a film, i woke up with my body facing my bed, my head tilt to the the window and my right hand parallel to my chin. classic isn't it? i got up and the toilet's mirror told me that my make up was smudged and i looked wasted. after having a good midnight dinner at Admiralty's MacD, i launched the Z (snoring) as soon i stepped into my room. during dinner, i saw my face on his girlfriend Maccy. do i really look like that? hahahahahaha.. i have to remind myself to bring my thumbdrive so we can transfer movies and and comedy TV sitcom seasons. oh dear, did i just had a post about how good MacD was? well, when you're right, you're right Annie.

so today's gonna be cool because mom saw Nigella whipping up spaghetti sauce with hard porridge. sighh, why can't we just have proper Italian today? but since Nigella has done it, i'm sure dinner's gonna be awesome. well, i hope it will. i went over to youtube to see what's cookin' since i am a lazy bum over at the kitchen for help. i wish my kitchen was as nice as Nigella's! i now know what to whip for mum on mother's day. something that of course, Nigella made.

ain't got no dope, all i got's my fourty. ain't got nobody baby, that i can call my shorty.
i realised that Jason dedicated "You and I Both" and "Sleeping to Dream" on his tour in Sg. i'm playing to a gathering of friends, so large, so generous. jason, if you must know, i haven't forgotten a long lost, forgetten relationship. i am still smitten with his groove. but i shouldn't rub it in your faces that i went to taste his aroma last March. because it was gooooooooooooodd..

tomorrow shall be my first step to bravery because fortune favours it. tomorrow shall explain why men should grow among women. i have cravings of a thousand leaf. the list will only get shorter when i strike one off.

live high, namaste.