if myself a porkchop, i'll slice myself for a slice of a juicy cut. marinated with sesame oil, ginger and hua tiao wine. im reaching there. obssession.
days are so slow. it makes you submit to impulse and the sudden rush and desire to do something stupid. what i am about to do is on the contrary, something premeditated. so, can you be charitable enough to provide me with the ingredients listed below?
pweety please?
i do need fire to cook my plans
and of course some fireworks to kick things up a lil
with of course something to mince them up
and how can we forget the all time favourite seasoning?
so what are my plans you ask? come into my spot and there's no need for questionings.
thankyouverymuch
thankyouverymuch
- we have doctors who wears Mickey mouse watch
- we have doctors who looks chinese but is indeed malay. and its not only ONE!
- and we have also dancing jiggling doctors
- and we have grumps for docs as well.
- alongside docs who wears biker jacket playing cynical house.
- and superbly bombastic doc who seems to know 1/2 the world.
and indeed. this year be an interesting one. in many ways, in many aspects, with regards to how you see it really. i am still capable of many idiotic, unjustified stunts. but i am hampered and restraint by my environment. just the way the dish is served. adequately appetizing but always leaves you unsatisfied. if that analogy even helped at all *grins*
we delved into the many individuals whom we thought benign, only to discover more and more beneath all that disguises. but what are those hypocrisy to us but a film roll to pass on? my life deserve better movies. and to watch the sun shine and the rain pelting is purely decisional. i love what is on screen so far.
for i have found my niche.
you found me
in the middle of the line
balancing between the joke and and the naught
perhaps i should had ran
ran far far away from the hollowness of the perceived sun.
If I'm that tot in the crib
Watching the world spins past me.
If I'm that tree by the road
As you turn your back against my trunk.
If I'm the sunshine you pocket in your trench
Hoping the rain would envelope the warmth.
And if I'm the girl in the field
I know you saw me but didn't see me.
Watching the world spins past me.
If I'm that tree by the road
As you turn your back against my trunk.
If I'm the sunshine you pocket in your trench
Hoping the rain would envelope the warmth.
And if I'm the girl in the field
I know you saw me but didn't see me.
mom always said im the sloppiest, laziest and the most unorganized person under her roof. my bedroom wasnt even on par with the pigsty. it ranks beneath ze pig so she says. hence i am most surprised when i came JB.
you should take on a tour of our place down south. spankingly clean and tidy aight? im most obsessive bout the kitchen and my room somehow. me no like crumbs on the countertop *take note sher and yee*
. and yes mom, if you wonder why i cant study at home, its partly cause im addicted to house chores somehow.
the moment i step through the door, its as if my mind is preoccupied with trash/floor/laundry. like, WTF?? im becoming housewifey. not good not good! im suppose to study oitts! but anyway, ironically, working about the house and managing my mushroom funds make me happy. destressing even.
and now, i shall STOP cooking EVERYDAY!!! its kerja giler giler!
you should take on a tour of our place down south. spankingly clean and tidy aight? im most obsessive bout the kitchen and my room somehow. me no like crumbs on the countertop *take note sher and yee*
. and yes mom, if you wonder why i cant study at home, its partly cause im addicted to house chores somehow.
the moment i step through the door, its as if my mind is preoccupied with trash/floor/laundry. like, WTF?? im becoming housewifey. not good not good! im suppose to study oitts! but anyway, ironically, working about the house and managing my mushroom funds make me happy. destressing even.
and now, i shall STOP cooking EVERYDAY!!! its kerja giler giler!
I'm filled with misses. As if there's this slapschtick moment that I deserve from sometime back. And idling around do kick some old rusty memories back for you to wonder about. As it the current tidings are woes insufficient.
Tracing back into the many yesterdays, solemnly grabbing hold onto imageries of lost chances, hoping they are here to stay, perhaps. Them faces, them moments replaying in loop in the eyes, over and over till the lids close shut but even so, the nostalgia's evoked.
So where do I begin with my regrets?
You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
And that's what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself, you can only blame me
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
Darling, that's when I decide to go see you
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me realize what I could not see
And I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world
And then it took, it took it back from me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
The streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
Oh, the streets you're walking on a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
And that's what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself, you can only blame me
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
Darling, that's when I decide to go see you
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me realize what I could not see
And I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world
And then it took, it took it back from me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
The streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
Oh, the streets you're walking on a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
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