blueberry hill
yesterday's sorta like a holiday for me. lectures cancelled so i trooped down town to meet the girls for some jalan and makan. makan we did. makan was good.
we weren't able to watch the Three Extremes cos it's R-21. a terrible feeling of being impaired and helpless, i must say. kadults (kid + adult = kadult) have no rights. we're allowed to view images of horrifying terrorist attacks, catch transvestites in action at orchard towers, and expose ourselves to dangers of jaywalking. but we can't even watch a scary movie which is obviously pure fiction. of course we know that.
men are scarier than ghouls and trolls and human-flesh dumplings, in my opinion. there are robbers out there who plunder the elderly. molestors who fondle little kids. horrid teachers who throw workbooks out of the window in primary schools. why can't we be protected from all these? these are real dangers in reality, y'knoe.
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as i grow older, my taste in music has evolved as well. no longer am i into the new stuff they play on radio and all. the beatles, the hollies, elton john, jackson 5, bread, and so forth. (sappy me, innit) give me the oldies anytime.
pennylane burnt me a smashing mixtape. please pennylane, could i have another one?
just slow down the beats, turn down the bass, give it a nice swing, and transport me back to the good ol days when people still wrote love letters, farrah fawcett hair was very 'in', and Time passed by at a languid pace. and dancing parties were very cute.
somehow, the simply joys of life didn't seem so elusive back then.
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malaise has conquered me. o the shame.
we weren't able to watch the Three Extremes cos it's R-21. a terrible feeling of being impaired and helpless, i must say. kadults (kid + adult = kadult) have no rights. we're allowed to view images of horrifying terrorist attacks, catch transvestites in action at orchard towers, and expose ourselves to dangers of jaywalking. but we can't even watch a scary movie which is obviously pure fiction. of course we know that.
men are scarier than ghouls and trolls and human-flesh dumplings, in my opinion. there are robbers out there who plunder the elderly. molestors who fondle little kids. horrid teachers who throw workbooks out of the window in primary schools. why can't we be protected from all these? these are real dangers in reality, y'knoe.
**
as i grow older, my taste in music has evolved as well. no longer am i into the new stuff they play on radio and all. the beatles, the hollies, elton john, jackson 5, bread, and so forth. (sappy me, innit) give me the oldies anytime.
pennylane burnt me a smashing mixtape. please pennylane, could i have another one?
just slow down the beats, turn down the bass, give it a nice swing, and transport me back to the good ol days when people still wrote love letters, farrah fawcett hair was very 'in', and Time passed by at a languid pace. and dancing parties were very cute.
somehow, the simply joys of life didn't seem so elusive back then.
**
malaise has conquered me. o the shame.
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