'everybody's changing by keane'

 familiar yet foreign. acquaintances who have become more of strangers. weird. same face and expression clear as before. yet the soul and character have become opaque. arent we lazy? lazy to say hello once in a while. ask how the other is doing and where the person is in life now. im lazy. i barely remember some of their names yet i actually remember their faces.

remember my face. and forget me. thats what ive been doing to them.

keane's playing in the background. keen of keane. last day tday for me. next week school begins and wont end forever. it seems forever the next few years. right. wish me luck.

take care all and remember yourselves. God bless.

'somewhere else by travis'

travis is playing in the background. have been relief teaching for many days now. bloody nitwits...tweets really..so got some money and went shopping for cds.
 
fingers aching. might be the weather or something. or im just growing old.
 
nurul. hope you and your brother enjoyed the pizza. the number for the pizza delivery is in your mom's log book. ask her. and is faizal ever intending to mail me cos i have a feeling he isnt. just would like a confirmation..thanks..
 
aishah. where have you been? would love a hug from you soon..
 
right so hallo to old friends and new. cousins and distant relatives. cant wait for monday to come and go. relief teaching ends then...thatd be a definite relief..
 
so hallos to you all and you reading. take care. dont let the sun catch you frowning..

you say you wander your own land
but when i think about it i dont see how you can
you're aching, you're breaking
and i can see the pain in your eyes
says everybody

've bought the album. puff knows what im talking about. did some serious shopping earlier. keane was among the list. leaving a short note to aishah..

yes. dont say this alot but do miss you.

right. so later and God bless.

by the way, duck, puff, rizal- you guys feeling alright, right?
if anything, last thing you had was the fruit salad..ciao.

'heaven by los lonely boys'

'afternoon delight by will ferrell'

him coming back like that caught both of us by surprise. it was even after everything, somewhat an ordinary day- staying in, hearing him have dinner with her but this time, the tv was not on. afterwards, he suggested a movie and all of us put our chores away and sat with him infront of the telly. it was like any ordinary day, only better. thank God..

happy birthday to my dearest mother. love you alot more than lots. dad, you too..

gdnite all and God bless.

hallo homosapiens

body's still aching. tdays mom's birthday- love you more than loads ma. dad has an avid admirer at work- warped 27 girl. char has an ass-mirer and an anonymous admirer..i have to shop for meat and tomatoes. have a date with the nefertiti tomorrow- looking forward but hey nef, no spaghetti tomorrow since we'd be having that this thursday. duck, shall prepare a tasty one for you. aishah, will call you and discuss bout food details..

body is still aching. typing not helping.

khairul: how have you been? weekend eventful?

will go get some shut eye now. gday all and God bless.

room is still crowded with furniture. got head resting on an overturned chair, right hand resting on another chair and am seated on another.

travis playing in the background with flowers in the window. went to arab st to buy franckincense for tomorrow's occasion. looking forward for it to end. thats when fun begins. cousins staying over and we plan for a late night movie.

rented three more dvds. about a boy, the hours and hope springs. either we watch one of them three or rotk. which is, for me, a sure tear-spiller.

weather's been kind lately. raining in the mornings which helps in making it almost a happy day everyday. hope its the same for you people.

o.g. has plans this sat at fish&co but wont be going given ive got plans of my own. sorry dolus..

for laughs and fond memories of recent brit movie, watch video 'addicted to love' by robert palmer. you'll understand.

hallos to khairul. hallo there. keep in touch right..

hallo to nurul..dont wish to harp on this yet again but nurul, you look good in pink. and if your reading this, send my regards to faizal..thanks.

hallo to parveen whom i constantly intrude until recently..see you tuesday for some lovin with the ever dashing mr. firth..

hallo to noraida and aishah..picnic hari khamis?

hallo to char who has an ass-mirer! who j.w.?

and hallo to you..right then, im in a very awkward position now so shall relieve myself by saying adieu.

take care and God bless.

so a dear friend told me she wrote a poem with a mirror in it. and there i was afterwards, wiping a mirror clean. somehow, no matter how i tried wiping this spot and the other, the mirror is not entirely clean. yea some of you might suggest using newspapers but the point im getting at is: its difficult to wipe the dirt clean. difficult to scratch your back. difficult to wipe the dried tears. know what im getting at?

im typing these on my knees because we have a major occasion coming up and my room has a third of the furniture from the hall. so im kneeling while typing this.

though puff has heard this many times now: i miss the gay bar!
parveen, you have to agree. it would have been entertaining even for you..heh.

pain. legs in pain. so. yes. love will come through by travis. have a listen.

and annisa, if you're reading this, shall visit you soon- definitely before august the 2nd.

duck, spaghetti is a sure thing. in fact, cooking it this tuesday. puff's coming over for it and colin firth. care to join?

shah, glad things are going well for you..hope they stay that way or better in future. be praying for you :)

char, whose j.c. and that message about your tooch? hee..

nurul, pink looks good on you..

right then, feet now hurting ungood so take care all and God bless.