Sunday, September 24, 2006
dark rings, are appearing fast.
pretty thanks to late night studies.
i reach home at twelve to one yesterday,
showered and use the damn com.
i'm pretty pleased to have the lap top in my room,
it's soo convenient and maybe the com in study room,
is practically hogged by dearest mummy!
i couldn't live to know that lexine actually posted such an unglam photo of me.
but i love lexine so
i woke at an extraordinary 2.30pm to bright sunlight,
well, streaming in from that pathetic window that's hardly opened.
it must have been that poster
that i dreamt,
this guy called athan. (like who has a name like this?)
he looked like shan wee and he claims he likes me by sending my a message
i suppose he was beside me
damn too much for a dream.
and i dreamt about sean.(not israel)
that's even worst,
and you're not suppose to call this a nightmare?
i love that window in mah room please.
you're lucky i hadn't shown you the other side of my room
my bed's a pretty queen but hah,
i calculated and i bet half of it's filled with clothes.
it's as if hurricane katrina paid me a powerful visit.
it's nice to turn 60,
have a pretty cake and people around still.
happy birthday uncle basil!
let's say i baked this cake?
maybe i'd be a bad liar.
*tagged victims have to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lovers. specify the gender of the target. tag four victims to join in this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. if tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.
tagger-manda
next victims-readers
target gender-male
points!
1) dimples
2) height
3) dressing sense
4) love me for who i am duh
5) plays the damn guitar and serenade me
6) he's got to be a conversationalist.
7) like make me fall in love again every other day
8) hugs and kisses and surprises.
listen to chlorofoam perfume.
better than a wannabe pornstar who sings in such whiney way
i wonder what's she doing up there last night.
thang
this shows how much the world has changed
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know every
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
LOVES <3>
-audrey jasintha claire
HEART OF WORSHIP}
5:31 PMâ¥