Sunday, June 11, 2006
baskettttt(ball court)!
I'm having a Chupa Chups in my mouth, berry yoghurt flavoured. I'm tuning into Death Cab, playing Styrofoam Plates. I'm nursing menstrual cramps, cursing under my breath every five seconds or after every goddamn contraction. I'm thinking i should get down to my assignment, deadline is 12th June.. and that's tomorrow? I'm staring at two days' worth of The Straits.Times, Friday's and yesterday's. I'm thinking maybe i should get off the internet and do some serious work, like serious business, baby.
Now i'm typing this six minutes later...
I'm having broken pieces of Chupa Chups in my mouth, and the stick in my hand. I'm feeling fat. I'm having Copeland on pause because i think they sound better that way -- Sleep is 4 minutes over but is still too short for me; pausing midway sort of lengthens the track. At least that's what i've been trying to convince myself. My cramps just ended their shift, they promised to return later, if i forget to pop the Ponstans and Antacid. I'm still thinking i should get started on my assignment and TheS.trai.tsTimes. I'm craving Soy Ice-cream, as much as i'm craving Ben&Jerry's, minus all the guilt and extra human blubber. I'm entertaining whimsical ideas... i just thought i might pop my brother into the oven later, with lurrrve. f'course.
I've got issues to share. But no one to share with. Because once i open my mouth, people take it as a signal to open theirs too. And when two mouths open, and two minds work, four ears close. There's no end to the story because there's no beginning. Plainly put, i hate to be interrupted.
Oh by the way. Is the Wor.ld Cu.p something like the Quidditch Cup? Haha. I used to watch ftball/soc.cer a long time back, sure. S-League (Malek Awab! Abbas Saad! Saswadimata Dasuki! Jang Jung! Lim Tong Hai! Fandi Ahmad! Steven Tan! Sundramoothy! Nazri NASIR! hahhahaha old school mannn), Premier League, i worshipped Mic.hael Ow.en like any other self-respecting soc.cer-crazy fan. But that's just because i thought he was cute. I know nuts about his skills. Seriously though, there was something wicked about having this round thing getting kicked around the field again and again, macam... hah amek kau!
Then i discovered the joys of watching balls flying across courts. That was before MJordan retired, before DRodman became just another stale badboy of the court, and SPippen was... well he was just himself. Oh yeah... i loved loved loved the Bulls. I especially enjoyed one season when the Chicago Bulls were up against Utah Jazz, when DRodman pissed KMalone by bumping him off again and again when they both tried to get up on their feet after a collision which led to a... clumsy fall. Eh best tau!
Then i stopped liking balls altogether. Don't know why. Maybe because i still can't catch a ball proper. Butterfingers ah. Buat malu je, tak tau tangkap bola abeh nak tengok orang main bola.
So if you find that you can't engage me in a Wor.ld Cu.p discussion, it's probably because i forgot how the game goes like. But someone promised to clue me in. (=
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fara // 17:38
baskettttt(ball court)!
I'm having a Chupa Chups in my mouth, berry yoghurt flavoured. I'm tuning into Death Cab, playing Styrofoam Plates. I'm nursing menstrual cramps, cursing under my breath every five seconds or after every goddamn contraction. I'm thinking i should get down to my assignment, deadline is 12th June.. and that's tomorrow? I'm staring at two days' worth of The Straits.Times, Friday's and yesterday's. I'm thinking maybe i should get off the internet and do some serious work, like serious business, baby.
Now i'm typing this six minutes later...
I'm having broken pieces of Chupa Chups in my mouth, and the stick in my hand. I'm feeling fat. I'm having Copeland on pause because i think they sound better that way -- Sleep is 4 minutes over but is still too short for me; pausing midway sort of lengthens the track. At least that's what i've been trying to convince myself. My cramps just ended their shift, they promised to return later, if i forget to pop the Ponstans and Antacid. I'm still thinking i should get started on my assignment and TheS.trai.tsTimes. I'm craving Soy Ice-cream, as much as i'm craving Ben&Jerry's, minus all the guilt and extra human blubber. I'm entertaining whimsical ideas... i just thought i might pop my brother into the oven later, with lurrrve. f'course.
I've got issues to share. But no one to share with. Because once i open my mouth, people take it as a signal to open theirs too. And when two mouths open, and two minds work, four ears close. There's no end to the story because there's no beginning. Plainly put, i hate to be interrupted.
Oh by the way. Is the Wor.ld Cu.p something like the Quidditch Cup? Haha. I used to watch ftball/soc.cer a long time back, sure. S-League (Malek Awab! Abbas Saad! Saswadimata Dasuki! Jang Jung! Lim Tong Hai! Fandi Ahmad! Steven Tan! Sundramoothy! Nazri NASIR! hahhahaha old school mannn), Premier League, i worshipped Mic.hael Ow.en like any other self-respecting soc.cer-crazy fan. But that's just because i thought he was cute. I know nuts about his skills. Seriously though, there was something wicked about having this round thing getting kicked around the field again and again, macam... hah amek kau!
Then i discovered the joys of watching balls flying across courts. That was before MJordan retired, before DRodman became just another stale badboy of the court, and SPippen was... well he was just himself. Oh yeah... i loved loved loved the Bulls. I especially enjoyed one season when the Chicago Bulls were up against Utah Jazz, when DRodman pissed KMalone by bumping him off again and again when they both tried to get up on their feet after a collision which led to a... clumsy fall. Eh best tau!
Then i stopped liking balls altogether. Don't know why. Maybe because i still can't catch a ball proper. Butterfingers ah. Buat malu je, tak tau tangkap bola abeh nak tengok orang main bola.
So if you find that you can't engage me in a Wor.ld Cu.p discussion, it's probably because i forgot how the game goes like. But someone promised to clue me in. (=
fara // 17:38
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