eh today i was wondering how i would be like if i were drunk. there are different types of drunkness, the 01.cant stop laughing about nothing 02.blabber your secrets 03.cry in depression 04.incoherent mumbling 05.doing crazy moves 06.saying crazy stuff like "look, i'm flying!"... i think i'l be a mix of the incoherent mumbling and laughing, cos anne my room mate at usp camp says i mumble in my sleep before i fully knock off. haha i never knew that. so the stage of sub-consciousness just before i sleep is roughly equal to the sub-consciousness i have if im drunk right? weird queries.
today i went to tutor alex at angel's house, then we had a fruitful session of dpf. but i must confess now that i dozed off during worship. dont even know why i was so tired. i think i must "buffet my body" more hahaa thats NASB version.. meaning self-discipline. [or sakae, seoul garden... etcetc.] tomorrow morning i'm gonna WAKE up early say 9am, run for an hour, washup, do QT, then leave the house at 12.07 and reach NUS at 1230. hah. witnesses!
pok msn just knocked me out of msn for no good reason. bah. i havent been d/c in years. this is so ANCIENT, like good old irc times! yuck.
You- Carol Ann Duffy is good stuff.
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.
Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me
and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
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