We refuse to grow up.
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Screaming Silly and Fourteen.
Hard Rock Christmas and Fay's Pre-Birthday BBQ shopping.
We refuse to grow up.
Download these shots and more, here and here.
We refuse to grow up.
Download these shots and more, here and here.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Go? Stay. No. Stay?
If I really do run away to university overseas, try not to forget me too fast. Set up a blog and fill it up with your daily antics so I can talk like I was there. Don't ask me how I'm goinh to paying for it, I'd tell you I'm paying it back triple in time and kind. Download skype, figure it out and schedule a weekly yakfest for us to follow religiously.
Call my phone and wait to tease the grumpfuck of all mornings, only to be sent to my voicemail 'cause you forgot I was out of town. Reply to my volleys of postcards and parcels with twice the number. Try not to change too much without sending me a notice. Assume I care about that petty issue and tell me about it. Bribe me to buy back shopping gems not found in Singapore. Send me Aik Chong 2-in-1 instant coffee mix and Brand's Chicken Essence monthly, I doubt they'd have them there. Have our last Mambo/MOS/Pumproom incessantly.
Envy me my chance. Talk enthusiastically about visiting me there during my vacation, even if you probably won't be able to muster up the cash or time. Joke about the ang moh I'd drag home to shock my family with. Explain to me the psychoanalysis behind your peach pink nail polish as oppose to the French manicure anyway, even if I'd never get to see or comprehend them. Take daily pictures, at least during the first 8 or so months, and post them up on your blog. Put up more pictures of us having fun together on your Facebook.
If you replace me with a new friend, at least offer to introduce us when I get back, and promise we'd click and clique up. Still ask for my opinion on your issues. Still remember my birthday. Still call me up on yours. Still keep that ratty old letter I wrote you while I was bored in class. Still need me first when you're feeling low. Sketch me and mail it to me in an envelope, just because. Take furtive pictures of your new crush so you can send them to me. Remember my old jokes and quote them back to me.
Be stern; remind me to work bloody hard to justify the XXX,XXX amount of money I'm spending just to be there. Send me text messages spontaneously, they're pretty cheap and will remind me to touch base. If he ditches you while I'm gone, I'd clock him when I get back. Come up with elaborate plans so as to cheat the system and manage some bonding session with the extra 5 hours of the week you created. Be stern; remind me to get my ass out of my room and go play. Threaten to ditch me if I ever do drugs; laugh it off when I get pissed drunk for the first time. Proofread my articles for me at 5am so I'd fuck off to bed for class at 8am.
Call me if someone fucks with you; I would have learn how to hack from the geeks at my new place by then, and I'd hack into his gmail, facebook and ibanking account for you. Or I can voodoo him. Have a seat pulled up for me at gatherings, pile your bags and jackets on it in the shape of me and laugh up a riot pretending to include me in the going-ons. Google up the cheapest times of the year to fly over to me. Buy us both a ransom's worth of stamps and envelopes so we'd really have to write to each other. I'd address all of my envelopes to you guys before I go, so you'd know I won't be using them for anything else.
Realise that I'd have a hard time pretending not to miss anyone. Step up the friendly force for the sake of my sanity. Remember that I'd eventually be back for good, so don't write me out of your life yet, you bugger. Write a list of dares for me to do there. Reminisce about the good old days with me. Gossip to me about the rest of the gangs. My place is still open to you in an emergency, only now you have the bed not the sofa. Regale me with all the new anecdotes about your new hobbies, school, friends, parties, outings, pets, experiences, work, relationships, grips, peeves. Your new life.
But most of all..
Build up a world of anticipation so I'd really go.
Call my phone and wait to tease the grumpfuck of all mornings, only to be sent to my voicemail 'cause you forgot I was out of town. Reply to my volleys of postcards and parcels with twice the number. Try not to change too much without sending me a notice. Assume I care about that petty issue and tell me about it. Bribe me to buy back shopping gems not found in Singapore. Send me Aik Chong 2-in-1 instant coffee mix and Brand's Chicken Essence monthly, I doubt they'd have them there. Have our last Mambo/MOS/Pumproom incessantly.
Envy me my chance. Talk enthusiastically about visiting me there during my vacation, even if you probably won't be able to muster up the cash or time. Joke about the ang moh I'd drag home to shock my family with. Explain to me the psychoanalysis behind your peach pink nail polish as oppose to the French manicure anyway, even if I'd never get to see or comprehend them. Take daily pictures, at least during the first 8 or so months, and post them up on your blog. Put up more pictures of us having fun together on your Facebook.
If you replace me with a new friend, at least offer to introduce us when I get back, and promise we'd click and clique up. Still ask for my opinion on your issues. Still remember my birthday. Still call me up on yours. Still keep that ratty old letter I wrote you while I was bored in class. Still need me first when you're feeling low. Sketch me and mail it to me in an envelope, just because. Take furtive pictures of your new crush so you can send them to me. Remember my old jokes and quote them back to me.
Be stern; remind me to work bloody hard to justify the XXX,XXX amount of money I'm spending just to be there. Send me text messages spontaneously, they're pretty cheap and will remind me to touch base. If he ditches you while I'm gone, I'd clock him when I get back. Come up with elaborate plans so as to cheat the system and manage some bonding session with the extra 5 hours of the week you created. Be stern; remind me to get my ass out of my room and go play. Threaten to ditch me if I ever do drugs; laugh it off when I get pissed drunk for the first time. Proofread my articles for me at 5am so I'd fuck off to bed for class at 8am.
Call me if someone fucks with you; I would have learn how to hack from the geeks at my new place by then, and I'd hack into his gmail, facebook and ibanking account for you. Or I can voodoo him. Have a seat pulled up for me at gatherings, pile your bags and jackets on it in the shape of me and laugh up a riot pretending to include me in the going-ons. Google up the cheapest times of the year to fly over to me. Buy us both a ransom's worth of stamps and envelopes so we'd really have to write to each other. I'd address all of my envelopes to you guys before I go, so you'd know I won't be using them for anything else.
Realise that I'd have a hard time pretending not to miss anyone. Step up the friendly force for the sake of my sanity. Remember that I'd eventually be back for good, so don't write me out of your life yet, you bugger. Write a list of dares for me to do there. Reminisce about the good old days with me. Gossip to me about the rest of the gangs. My place is still open to you in an emergency, only now you have the bed not the sofa. Regale me with all the new anecdotes about your new hobbies, school, friends, parties, outings, pets, experiences, work, relationships, grips, peeves. Your new life.
But most of all..
Build up a world of anticipation so I'd really go.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Little Hic. Double pours.
On the first day of the new year, I kissed and dashed.
Grow an isle of guilt and nerves,
plant it in the mirror first,
promise never let it slip away.
If it works we'd all stay fey.
Grow an isle of guilt and nerves,
plant it in the mirror first,
promise never let it slip away.
If it works we'd all stay fey.
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