some monologue.
i wana be able to sit in a cafe and drink kopi/ eat kaya toast/ cake and talk rubbish for about 2h before realising it's time to go home.
i wana say, 'i want ice cream' when i see a roadside ice cream truck/cart and the person i'm with going, 'set!' or maybe, in flower's case, watching me buy ice cream in amusement and diverting our walking path (i.e. not in shops) so i can finish it at my own pace.
i wana be able to text my good friends all at a go about some random sightings/ gossip i discover and begin a series of procrastination by having a conversation with about 2-3 people by sms.
i don't think these requests are off the rails. i'm not asking for ban mian, or curry puffs, or being able to wear slippers and shorts, or having air con, or being around people who have some decent sense of time.
i just want some semblance of normalcy.
is it very unreasonable?
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Wednesday, April 21, 2010
i think my essay is genius but my lecturer will probably think its shit. how to reconcile?
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Monday, April 19, 2010
aye. this blog shall be revived so that i can yak and yak and not go crazy this holiday being the only soul in the house. (or so i hope at least)
been drinking so much tea i think the wee tastes like peppermint. mmmmm tasty.
first driving lesson today. can't wait to get onto the main roads in coventry tomorrow morn, with angry drivers and all. i might well be squealing half the time with my hot pretty awesome blond instructor laughing at me.
unless of course, i kill her first with my incredible braking skills. always known i stomp like a buffalo.
i want sunshine now. lots and lots of it. with no wind. no cloud no rain just pure, unadulterated shine.
sunshine is a good. therefore it is right that we bring about sunshine, and wrong when we fail to bring about sunshine.
i mourn for the moral failings of this sad, sad world that fails to bring about sunshine.
//The strands in your eyes
That color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains
Thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Monday, April 5, 2010
finally finished vetting my most ambitious essay yet.
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Thursday, March 4, 2010
darwin: (very gradual) CHANGE we can believe in.
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Tuesday, January 12, 2010
__burst the tattered thought balloon, Wednesday, December 30, 2009
_maybe.
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