\you need these fingers for crossing
December 23, 2009
I can taste the blood on your lips and on your tongue
I can see your teeth turn pink, your gums fade to white
The less and less I eat the more you see my teeth;
The closer they move together, fill the gaps.
We curse the weather.
Rip the flesh from your bones,
Wipe me down,
Drive me home
Dump me side of the road if I’m too annoying
Got a preview of supperclub. headed to hana bi for a quick dinner. scoffing down maguro zuke and sashimi not quite my style but nevermind, we were late for beauty and the beast anyway. The number of musicals i’ve been can be counted with my fingers. I quite enjoyed it; the script was funny. I love how one of the song began with a sound reminiscent of some old grand hongkong epic movie. Pretty amusing. Ris low is overdone, but well, considering how long they took to practise, perhaps why.
Reading dorian gray now.
Oh camp.
& I thought foc08 would be the last of all camps. Well, I turned up almost an hour late and break camp eight hours earlier. Dairy farm was a lousy venue. OBS set the gold standard with their yummy canteen food and comfortable beds. As for dairy farm, (kuku me thought I could see cows) the toilets were really disgusting. With incessant floods and projectile stream of water from the shower head. or rather, the pipe short of the shower head. The bunks were okay, save there were no beds. Nonetheless, pretty parquet flooring make up with its seemingly cleanliness. & don’t get me started on the programme.
However, with all my criticism, I pretty much enjoyed myself. I liked my group alot, because we were united in our motivation to slack all the time. We would unanimously retreat back to our 3A right after dinner and arrive ceremoniously late for most of the events, except mealtimes. Our OGL was super slack! & i like it that way. Though we irresponsibly cause some minor injuries and ps someone in our supper plans, it was quite a chillax mindset we set out with.
lovely.
I managed to evade those outdoor activities I long outgrown. Rock climbing check. High rope check. Zip line check. Cloudy with a chance of rainfall did descend upon us, making it the perfect excuse to shed them unflattering harnesses, Guys, should not wear white shorts. hehe. Night time was a major bore don’t even get me started.
Next day the major highlight was dragonboating. dragonboating! At last i fulfilled my objective, even if it’s from a distance. We were on boat three. Double yay. From the front and back. It was pretty tiring. My butt aches after sitting on the hard bench after a while. I did not have my granola bar moment. Pity. My group helped me to look for taurus after that. Interestingly, i got them to be more stars attuned. It’s not irrational.
Supper at alazhar. love the butter chicken masala.
I do realise what scant empathy I have.
More often than not greediness gets the better of me. Christmas bands could not lessen the dull ache that accompanies every bite, every morsel of food that passed my lips. I had quite a chore chewing noodles on sunday afternoon. Needless to say, the beef went unnoticed. Instead of being where we were supposed to be, to be sighted in appropriate colours ,we made our way downtown. Pitter patter but never the main course. that we so dread. But it was closed. Closed! On a sunday evening. Why, are the adults at work, the children in school.
We settled at iguana eventually. I quite like the ambience. It was cosy and noisy. zhilin joined us afterwards. What a surprise. & how cute she was. I should like to think I once had the air of innocence and naivety. I actually doubt it. We had prata. Seriously, is there anywhere in singapore that serve decent prata bomb. I was so disappointed by the deceptively tasty folds of prata so cleverly wound with cheese draped upon it. It tasted miserably bland. Hell, I shall make it my personal mission to unearth a good prata stall beneath all the subpar well known names.
I hanker for things I don’t have. What good if they come running after you.
Following morning I had quite an eventful journey. Fucking pickpocket tried to steal my phone and thank goodness I caught him in the act. I hope you get your deserving deportation. I never felt more gutsy in my life. & I have angela macquarrie to thank for that. If you haven’t stole my phone then.
Urop. What a way to spend an entire day seemingly doing something but not quite.
We watched liane’s extraction and curettage of the cyst. It was pretty cool. The hollow cavity nursing the granular cystic lesion was quite an eyeful to watch.
It make me realise that not everything happens with a reason. And exceptions happens all the time. Of toms & mary annes. And that change is inevitable. Ideals are but a romantic and old fashioned beliefs. There will always be something to lament about present generation.
It was melancholy stirred from reading tipping the velvet to one fcking bad mood. Some wretched people are here to wreck havoc.
we were done by 10am. This has got to be the best last day of school. For pizza we hubg around for the next 3 hours, spent in idleness. Has there been a day in lab where I have nothing to do. Not without my packed and sealed handpieces, casts and instruments. We drew ickes and lardee on my boxes because time was taking too slow to pass.
Following three slices. and i hope to have Mr Richard, Mr Mo and Ms Catherine back after the next 6 months. We are a lucky generation. We had some whoring of photogenics before I had ortho appt. Something festive for the yuletide season. Dr Lim turned out to be a pub sec too. yay. we changed my wire to the thickest one. It got my poor teeth feeling so tender and stripping of vitality I cringed with every bite into my breadbowl after.
Admission is free. So said newspapers, magazines and everywhere likewise. Why turned us away! Ding dong.
Headed to the library instead. But it was funny that we slept five minutes into settling into the comfy armchairs. I didn’t even know I doze off until I woke up. So much for literary time. Some toffeenut latte before 10.
I sucked at lan. Give me suikoden anytime, ha ha. I would fare better with a storyline to save the world with the gathering of legions of heroes, collecting rare armours and weapons, going for gung-ho conquests in caves and forests. Oh man, now i want to play again. I kept dying. & by the hands of minion zombies! No one had to go and kill me. I can manage the feat quite capably by myself. I don’t know how ken & ql can do everything at the same time. I’m always lingering behind, wondering where everyone went. & before I knew it I’m going to spawn.
Tauhuay at what looked like a set at together. I never eat at the back alley before. & yes together. Of course, plot and acting leave more to be desired. But the guys are always clad in white singlets. Makes you feel that girls of yesteryear are so much more lucky.
Heart please be discriminating.
it is wednesday but it felt otherwise. after the fp test we went to clinic 2 for a short demo but wound up taking a class photo at the clinic 2 reception area. I think this would be one piece of memory that would stay for a long while. it was as if we have graduated. For a fleeting moment I had this feeling of having undergone an arduous journey together as a class, with mixed relief and nostalgia, only to realise I’m far from the finishing line actually. Why, I have not taken my first competency yet.
yes, underachiever please try harder.
so right after, i packed all my lab things into the boxes. with my karang guni attitude every darn cast is following me to the irm building, whether it has already served its purpose or not. It’s a bad habit. But already I’m regretting having discarded my own casts during the upgrade from lab 2 to lab 4.
dinner at subway with fellow bermudees. and then qianli & meihui joined us. I finished off a footlong & a cookie by myself. What’s with girls and their baby-sized appetites. They’re making me feel like a giant. with the width of aisles at the new clinics i don’t want to be moses and parting the sea whenever i’m walking down the one-man-only pathway.
why do people in rvr find it so perfectly fine to practise their flute/recorder/karaoke singing/harmonica after ten pm every night. do we look like owls to you.
i’m in a lousy mood.
Emokid_88 is back.
I haven’t blog in a while, not that twitter was any more fun. & it has lost its purpose in me.
We’re going to move to the interim building pretty much soon and this being our final week in our cosy space of lab4 it is going to be hard to bid adios to, definitely. I love the arrangement, from the people in our cluster to our own personal space to call our organised chaos. How we can just dump our labcoats anywhere and figure out come monday whose belong to whom. I like my cluster alot; dynamics always shift.
On other developments, i have this feeling nothing would change very much in spite of all the apparent activity.
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I watched karen’s 2nd favourite film of all time sometime ago and everything was like, duh. But now in retrospect I can’t help but wound up thinking like gigi. so full of shit, i know, but we’re wired this way. How can we decent human beings spend so much time second guessing and playing mind games when there’s a shitload of things to do. & it no longer fun when it starts to question your character.
I can only count on personality.
First, free spirit you annoy me. I get so down I can only listen to even i on my ipod when i walked back home from school because dashboard confessionals is so yesterday. times like this only mainstream does the works. Then you, another one. boring. And then there’s you, with silly comments. And, you’re too childish. Oh but i’m sinking in. then i’m annoyed again. i should be steely heart
