hello world.

wad happened the last few days was a big fat blur. i was fluctuating between happy and sad and now i dunno where to look for that feeling anymore. been haunted with weird dreams of retro furniture stores and rich influential in-laws inducing the morbid phobia of exchanging vows and wedding bands.

i discovered gambling. waha. club keno. doesn't it feel nice to know that jus for a short 2 mins you can have the hope that the very next millionaire could jus be you? and of course, it sucked that it never did happen.

and did ya know that movies are five bucks on tues? woohoo. and on monday and wednesdays, it's jus a dollar more. triple woohoo. i can't wait til i move. did i even mention i'm gonna stay in this fabulous new york style brownstone apartment above flinders way. yippee. it's gorgeous even if you don't know it. so i'll be busy moving on the 25th. please come help if you can.

and one more thing, watch russel peters. (insert indian accent and the swaying of head)--> it is bloody awesome !

i'm fallin. ouch.

goodbye world.

meifen _ spoke at 12:40 PM

oh pendulum swing. stop toying with my heart. no yo yo games and candied words, no truth behind the truth again. last night i found peace of mind. no stress in the house, no stress in the distant heart. so anyhow, 'together' at metro was cancelled due to some really unexpected reason. it has caused me great distress. more disappointment actually. it was really not too bad. then more upseting news when the agent brought none about our application. so it's more house hunting for us. then the unfair 28 days notice thing. which half solved a problem but not quite. so now, becos of our ignorance, we gotta pay 500 cash-smellin bucks to the agent. :(

but on the other hand, things have been goin good. i jus need a tv in the house to keep me sane. it's the lack of a necessity like that that causes insomnia and the eschewing of being back in the house anytime before midnight. i've made deals with ma lovelies to crash at their place jus so i can watch some tv. prefably cable. see, this is wad 5 and a good half months of televisionless life can do to you. desperation.

i almost made it to the grand prix on saturday. almost. but it rained and stopped and rained and stopped and rained. so it was a no no. and yesterday, i had other commitments. sighs. gettin some ice cream along lygon street proved fruitful as the grand prix spirit jus lit the whole area with red ferrari banners, stickers, merchandise of polo tees, caps and jackets, and of course, not forgettin the automobiles that lined themselves so red hot neatly along the street. and didja know cafe corretto's is the F1 shop? so now you do.

oh, fuzzy fooey came down for the weekend and we had a lot of fun.

and i saw my benjamin kai perkins and hanna zoe perkins again. they were so sweet and so devilish all at once.

now, if you read all this with a southern accent, i wonder how it'll all sound...

meifen _ spoke at 10:38 AM

you make me so sad it's kinda sweet. jus like the way i wanted but not quite. but nonetheless it has been poignant poignant. i don't wanna cry but it's too late cos my mascara stained eyes are telling me jus turn and go because waiting is not fun anymore.

'nextblue' started this wild dull chase. now it's gone. so where do i go to think of stuff that makes me smile this sad sad smile?


without lunch, what will become of love?
-lorenzo di como

lorenzo darling, it'll be like gruel.
-meifen

meifen _ spoke at 8:09 PM