am studyin;
till she wakes up for sch.
so i will get to talk to her. (=

desiree was just askin me today; out of the blue,
why i like lisa.
so im takin this one fortuity..
she's a very good girl, n she's really nice.

anyhows..
i was @ hv al dente with neil reub josh jenna neil gab n ben..
it feels like the good old euro2004 days.

alright.
now's back to the books.

nights.

just met cindy rachel lisa n another girl @ balestier.
talked to her for a while;
that's about it.

been tryin to study but to circumscribed success.
n she said she's callin after o.c but she didn't.
so fuckit.
turn off the lights pls.

i fuckin miss her.

the rose is a rose
n was always a rose
but the theory now goes
that lisa's as good as rose.

benjamin disraeli quoted 'when i want to read a novel, i write one.'
i was marvelling at the simplicity; the choice of words; the hidden innings of this very phrase, when, i thought of her.
i say when i want lisa.. does that mean i have to die for her?

im fuckin tireddd.. played catchin @ pandan valley multi-story carpark with neil dennis mike josh gabe reuben n jenna. neil n i were the first to be fuckin catchers. neil n jerm made the ultimate fuckin loser combo. dennis was runnin lose like a fuckin wild boar, reubs who wore black was hidin behind a fuckin black mercs. i got hold off gab's n josh's fuckin caps. jenna, she was playin fuckin indian style round n round the fuckin car. mike was fuckin sneeky la. neil was as fuckin lousy as me. in the next round., gabe n i were restin @ the fuckin roof top. when we were lyin down, i peered over n looked at the fuckin him; hopin it was the fuckin lisa i would want it to fuckin be. it has been a fuckin long time since i last fuckin played fuckin catchin. it was also the first time i ran soo fuckin much since i left cj. i came in fuckin slippers n now my fuckin soles hurt fuckin bad. dennis is fuckin leavin singapore tmr.. i fuckin miss u baby boy.

i don't know why i'm in a fuckin fucked up mood; maybe cos..
i miss lisaaa..
i really want to pour everythin out here.. my paltry inoculation of whines.. feelings.. open displays of affection or whatever u fuckin want it to be called.

i can't go on.

i miss u.