This song will always remind me of you. You were always so great with the guitar.

The loss of a friend is one that is remembered. Take care and we'll see you in our own time. Rest in peace Kim.

On the contrary, 15th of January? Not so great. Hopefully a lil Pavilion & Melissa induced love will cure it all. Sigh

i can hate you, but i'm thinking i should just make you happy, then maybe it won't hurt so much

I have a Humpty Dumpty for a lecturer.

Not even the cute Humpty Dumpty kind, the no-neck Wayne Rooney kind. The Wayne Rooney who doesn't play any football, or score any goals, but an uglier version of Wayne Rooney who just picks on specific students in class, and ignores the utimate characteristic of the female gender: MULTITASKING

So fuck you.

I started itching a few days ago, thinking they were just mosquito bites, or those small little insects which attacks you after it rains. By the next day or so, it started getting worse, like rashes, only in the form of mosquito bites. I then started to think it was dust mites, cos these thingamajigs were spreading to my thighs and the back of my knee. God only knows how much lotion I applied on for the last 24 hours, only to reach a breaking point this afternoon, having wanting to burn and rip my entire skin off.

In my mind, I begged the cab driver to be as reckless as he can so I can reach Mediskin as soon as possible. After a long looong 15-20 minutes, I was attended by the specialist, only to be told that what I have is due to sand flies.

Friggin sand flies from friggin Redang made my body a friggin breeding ground for their friggin eggs which hatched a few days ago which caused the friggin itch which is due to my body's rejection to the friggin sand fly eggs. Reason why I was the only one attacked:

"You were just unlucky to have sat in that particular spot on the beach"

Macibai now I look like some monster

sudden

This could be it.

the swollen eye matches the hour absence which establishes the subsequent hours of the day which was soon to be found absolutely true through comments reactions demands but let me begin with wake up calls that didn't work and assignments that were not completed but oh of course no hurry in that we still are in a weekend advantage so there was lunch instead and the reveal of academic progress which serves as a addition proof because the double check at home went worst compared to the projection on screen but oh well as long as it is acceptable but i believe bias attributes are present though i shouldn't complain for the sake of the other's likeability factor and a drive here and there saw us in that dark dimmed room with utmost enjoyment which could turn the day around but it didn't so then there was dinner where constant comments left due to a negative comment which saw to that a miserable state which was further amplified by the rechecking of progress which saddens me and i wonder if consideration exists with thrash and food and all that jazz scattered and then i recollected messages made through communication to gain arguments but to not avail and it is perhaps better this way because it ends and right now it doesn't feel anything more than that i wish i could jet

i really miss the both of you :(

"You know that you can and that I can't."

The Monkey Says: Reassure Me & Kiss Me Goodnight





....:(

Why won't it ever end the way I want it to?







Tomorrow, maybe I just won't...

The Monkey Says: So Happy Together

I second Imran in saying that I hate weekends. I don't like dancing to September alone, or singing along to Flo-Rida without feeling like a complete fool. Even that Mat Ganja song doesn't make me happy. Can 48 hours stretch any longer?

You'd think that the weather would stay NICE! and BREEZY! but turns out I'm just experiencing the same temperature 10 000 kilometres away. Saaaaaaaaddddd and what makes it worse is that I'm sick. My aunt thinks it's the common hayfever but I don't know, I'm just popping those Panadol pills one by one ..

As I type these lines, I am incapable of breathing through my nose, and my throat is beginning to act up. Maybe I'd scare the neighbours with my roaring snore tonight. I wonder if my falling ill has anything to do with admiring the girl in green's crazy beautiful hair last night during the church service. I was cheated into believing that the catholic churches in London are far more interesting than the ones in Malaysia. Well, at least I could hear the Father talking here. ... maybe I'm being punished ..........

I want to take two suction pipes and stuff them up my nose. ARGH!!!!!

What affinity for happiness? The hidden passion behind black duct tape, are you invisible or a secret well-kept? Tom says it's like slicing a red onion - driven by desire, self-inflicted. Dick says it's like free-falling from a building - no harness, no plans, powered by impulse, self-inflicted. Harry says I'm like a facial cleansing kit, missing a toner - perfectly functional, difference not seen, but felt. Three knocks on the door and through the peep hole, I see Hope. There, I am asking him to leave. The mailman greets me with mail from Love, there, I am refusing him. From the 27th floor balcony, I see a smiling figure waving from below. Here, I want to fall. My affinity for happiness Tom Dick and Harry couldn't see.

Dismantle the stage, lower the chandelier, stack the chairs. This is now a suicide scene.

The seat. The wait. The air.
The walk. The smoke. The step.
The skip. The car. The notes.
The phone. The slide. The lock.
The spot. The stand. The air.

i...s.....o....l....a..t..i....o...n :'(

Can glue fix everything? Because it'll be so much easier that way.

Strength, I will possess.
Listen to your derogatory remarks, I won't.


What do I call this place now?

Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry.

Back to back days often tell a story, when spent with two different companions in two different environments. In the case of a Sunday and a Monday, my remarks are not taken into account on Monday. There is no laugh accompanying mine, and it almost seems that I'm the lamest of the lot. I miss Jean. A vibe I get, purely from annoyance indeed, shuts me up. Comfort no more. I miss Shibi. Deemed to be too noisy, too loud, and a sarcastic remark made to stop the flowing of words. I miss Chee Weng. Stories, none to be shared, none there to listen. I miss Sam.

College isn't all that fun. Did I jinx '08? :(