Thursday, September 02, 2004

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health

for 369. its 3.17 am now...of course not without some chatting to ease the nite. Thanks matt for the ideas, and your constant support dude...
listening to Jay Chou's lastest, thanks to Adrian Sim :) have to train up my China-'polished' Mandarin, cos the China-born dun have a clue wat I'm saying, not to mention others of likewise species as I. sigh. So I have Ping Guan wif me too...will it work? Probably should have chatted wif Rosa more last year, I wish she's going to be there when I get back. Still havn't come up wif what to say in front of the new-initiates. probably show them how we slit the dotted line and mix our blood in a....nah, tat's too morbid, and bordering on 'haram'. haha kudos to hakim and az.

and so we spill the milk and bite back the tears.

and so we resist the wizard's spell of 'pillar of salt'.

and so we write a thesis on 'The Reason' (Hoobastank).



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