Sunday, June 29, 2008
It's your godforsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved.
This ennui is perturbing the crap out of me.
I feel the ultimate burning exigence to strut along Orchard road in chintzy and brummagem looking Hawaiian Beach shirts and straw hats with Lily and PorkChops and Gretchen now, holding maps and enthusiastically asking streetsmen about places in SG they have never heard before like "PANTATNNIMAMA Road". Or at least gratify myself with a sexciting or invigorating game of vivifying soccer at St. Wilfred with the underdog minahs like Jenab and err. jenab. HAHAHAHA, and Hilma can be our photographer that goes "MACAM FAHAM" every time we have a go at a goddamn Ronaldinho move or sth. Or we can always repeat Friday, when we, THE BLOODY SUNDAY chased UTT at Arab St just for a picture and he insisted that our band, let me emphasize again, our band, THE BLOODY SUNDAY, will have our own MTV slot. WE HOW COOL. And of course after that, the famous two, Hailal and Charlies, ran along Haji Lane, screaming at the top of their lungs, high on orgasms coz' Utt hugged them during the phototaking. Of which, we had to break the devastating news to Hailal, it wasn't Utt's hand on his shoulders, it was Charlies'. HAHA.
Ok thanks, bye.