Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

plugin&play If you read, you will judge. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Friday, February 22, 2008, 11:21 PM 1 2 3 4 tell me that you love me more Ah weird life. Weird weird life. Today, one of the most interesting things happened. And it involves our wonderful extra terrestrial being, Joel chee. In the past few days or so, joel chee kept telling us that he had explicit dreams of mr mak and janet ong making out in the lift. No surprise there coming from joel chee, heck i wont be surprised if he dreams of guitars playing hockey while getting waxed. So we playfully said that we'd tell mr mak about it, and he said, and i quote, " By all means la, go ahead." Then he concluded with some gurgled other-wordly word which only the weird can understand. So today, again joel chee tells of part 2 of his dream, now not only was there a ridiculously queer part 1 of his dreams, he enlightens us with a part 2. I personally would've preferred rubbing a gun barrel into my temple and pulling the trigger, but just had to hear about his dreams. So part 2 was that joel chee found Mr mak and janet ong having intense sexual intercourse in the maths staff room, he even gave examples of the sounds that were being made. I shit you not. So we told mr mak, not to sabotage joel or anything, but just for fun, since he told us to tell him by all means,(followed by gurgled phrase) and mr mak was furious, much to our delight. And he slapped joel with 3 DCs and made him stand at the back of the tennis courts while assembly went on. Now, i cant even explain much anymore cos after this point, it reaches a stage in a person's weirdness that i simply am unable to explain what the hell is going on. but all i remember is that at the back of the tennis courts, (we have plants at the back of the tennis courts) he started talking to the plants. Then moved on to talking to himself and gesticulating spurts of arm lunges into the air like someone would do if he had a musco-vascular disorder. (that means, a spastic twitch) Well, what can i say, he's joel chee. There are only 2 people in this world who i cannot explain. Joel chee and my maid. But i wont touch on my maid cos she scares and pisses the living shit out of me, and if i begin to think about her, my blood pressure rises and i fear a cardiac arrest. Never, never oh never in the entire span of my sad pathetic little life have i ever, ever come across anything like joel chee. And he spent the rest of the day dealing with the DP and the P and VP and all sorts of important and strict posts that are represented in feared acronyms. He had to sit in a room with the school counsellor. Poor school counsellor. He's gonna need counselling. Ok, enough about joel chee cos im having a weird chill going down my spine and i fear it may be bad for my health to continue speaking about joel chee. Anyway, rehearsels again today, and on my way back, i saw this really sweet lambo parked in the school carpark. Damn. That's a beautiful car. And here's a picture of John and his rubber non-existant bone hand. I dunno how he did that. He has no bones.I swear. tgif, time's flying by, its scary. Liz and manda are at camp corri, i dunno is it a really cool camp? They have a mass dance, dammit, i wanna go for a camp that has a mass dance. With you on replay, lying on my bed with some coffee and crank between my hands, page by page the book goes by, drifting life away. Id say life's pretty alright. For the moment. Just live for the moment. Ao		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want?		partnersincrime One day when i wake up and find the motive and time to link anybody, i'll let you know. backtoyesterday + Goodbye blue fly + Should i give up, or should i keep on chasing pave... + Face down in the dirst she said, this doesnt hurt ... + Shawty get low + Hearts all over the world tonight. + You make me fall in love + You say it best, when you say nothing at all. + I feel like a hero inside my head. + The monster + Most of all, its built to last. wheni'mgone + April 2007 + May 2007 + June 2007 + July 2007 + August 2007 + September 2007 + October 2007 + November 2007 + December 2007 + January 2008 + February 2008 + March 2008 + April 2008 + May 2008 + June 2008 + July 2008 + August 2008 + September 2008 + October 2008 + November 2008 + December 2008 + January 2009 + February 2009 + March 2009 + April 2009 + May 2009 + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + November 2010 + December 2010 + January 2011 + February 2011 + March 2011 + April 2011 takeabow An accidentality production Inspiration from DancingSheep & BONBON:D		theventingmachine