Binging.

I'd say my saliva's saturated.

It's been a long time and it's not a very good idea to stuff about a 150g of sickeningly sweet gummies down one's throat at one go and create that thick annoying phlegmy texture of saliva and aching dry throat, and that strange sugar rush that's barely going anywhere. I know, I know - it's unhealthy and all...

But who's gonna stop me?

Peesed.

He says how did you spell that?

The other day, I was telling my sister, as I picked up the chopper to dry it and put it back into the kitchen drawer, that everytime I take it out, I feel like chopping someone up. And she asked why. And I said, because I wonder what it'll look like. You better thank God there weren't no chopper.

Then, I said, I'm P-E-E-S-E-D, very very peesed.

Pearly whites.

I can't wait to smile without...

Vegetable stuck in the metal brackets, and meat stuck between rubber bands. Worrying that someone will see the long piece of mee pok stuck under the metal hook in front. Thinking that everyone's looking at how my once blue rubber bands have turned a distinct green after consuming indian curry.

I'm praying I'll have these things off by Monday.

My favourite things.

No, they aren't raindrops on kittens. Oops, roses I meant.


The fun of receiving curious looks during recess, as if they're wondering if we're a trio of sickos who enjoy sharing each other. The fun of basking under the East Coast sun. The laughter while walking Snowy. The joy of catching fishes from the sea in Bintan. And, getting drunk on Margaritas late at night in the hotel bar...

Raindrops on kittens. That's sick.

Different people.

I'm reading this book titled You Remind Me Of Me.

There's a character Jonah. Well, he's 23 now, or so, and he's still desperately trying to figure his life out, wandering around aimlessly, lost. He had a dysfunctional single mom and horrendously low self-esteem, especially due to being mauled to death [and later revived in hospital] by his own dog when he was aged 6.

At 23, Jonah just is so pathetic. Truthfully, I hate reading about him. He's so darn weak and so mindless. He finally traced down his half-elder brother who his mom had given up for adoption, but yet, Jonah has a strange knack for making up events in his life to make it just sound interesting and complete. He created imaginery relatives too.

Just like Jonah, needless to say, there are all these strange people in the world. I mean, some aren't as unacceptably weird but some have a knack for doing and saying things we just won't and never can figure out why. We're all different I guess, just too darn different.

And sometimes, of course, some just aren't palatable enough for us, you know?

Come what may.

One day...

As I cleared the dishes, I could almost feel your arms around me, again. Your tears dampening my fingertips, my palm against the side of your face. I could, yes, almost feel the skin of your earlobe against my lips as I whispered a promise that I will fulfil.

... We'll be together, proper.

What a beautiful day!

Had fun conversationwith Carmina today.

We were talking, and I could hear the people behind us whispering. Mrs Wallace talking. Papers flipping. Girls giggling. Carmina and I still talking... No, Carmina. It's so bad that there's no way to look at it and see good. No matter how you twist it, no matter what angle you won't see it in a good perspective... We stop, and there's a long silence.

Finally, afer some thought, I continue, it's like looking at Jin Jun's face. We burst out laughing.