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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
four seas
Sunday, April 05, 2009 | 4:26 pm

poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. and i'm young and i'm strong, but i feel old and tired; over fired. and i've been poked and stoked. it's all smoke, there's no fire only desire. for you, whoever you are. you say my time here has been some sort of joke that i've been messing around. some sort of incubating period for when i really come around, i'm cracking up and you have no idea. no idea how it feels to be on your own, in your own home with the fucking phone and the mother of gloom in your bedroom, standing over your head, with her hand in your head. i will not pretend, i will not put on a smile, i will not say i'm all right for you when all i wanted was to be good to do everything in truth. oh i wish, i wish, i wish i was born a man. so i could learn how to stand up for myself like those guys with guitars, i've been watching in bars who've been stamping their feet to a different beat. -BMFA


it is dreamy how our souls doesn't really look like what we see in the mirror. revamping ourselves won't do much difference when we're not ourselves.

met muzap yesterday for our to-do-list after his level one audition. we then planned to head for Sembawang Shopping Centre but ended up in Sun Plaza instead because i didn't want to waste time heading over to the inner part of Sembawang just for coffee. we were already shagged and really hungry so we decided to have Pastamania for dinner. all i can say is that it isn't as good as it was last time. we had our gadgets transferred over at Coffee Bean then after where we also spent the night by watching Life in the Fab Lane which then converted to The Wedding Singer. Adam Sandler looked so hot in his younger days. we didn't manage to finish up the whole movie, which concluded to today's plan. he'll be heading over to my place to finish up the movie tonight and while he is making his way over here, i'm gonna whip up mac and cheese for him for his dinner. but this isn't any ordinary mac and cheese, with the cutest factor, the pasta is dinosaur shaped! other than that, we'll be having facial treatments so i guess he'll be prettier than me tomorrow. shucks. okay he just called, we are gona pluck pluck pluck pluck pluck. don't try catching these drifts.

live high.