sorry to my loyal fans. just didn't feel the drive to blog. i'm back, safe and sound from mount ophir, no bones broken, a few bruises, quite a few cuts. but i'm fine, definitely.

it was quite a fun experience, to say the least. betty and her pornsite/bonsai trees. the "KFC". the rapelling. humping the trunk along with the rope. the splish-splashing in the cool stream. icemilo. the guzzler. tudz getting into the whole act of things and missy-calling. "madonna.. wait for me.. slutfest!". steph and i with our 3 icecreams each. idiom. cicadas. "ok?alrite~!". bananas and changi ducks. cloud9. bitching about the glammed-up minah and her broken bags and water bottles. getting turned back an hour away. "orgy and piss". the nu-joj. finding someone else who's a potter-phobic just like me. the CR who's proud of it. memories of npccATC. the almost trip-of-death at the end. homeicitis!!!

i definitely recommend climbing up a mountain if and when you get the opportunity to.

with that said and done, i just got my Xrays done. gonna be embarking on a 3 year (or more) project, for me, myself and i. get ready for a me with a nicer smile! it's rather expensive but a worthwhile investment, i suppose.

and it's great to spend time, hours alone with a close friend. though you don't read this. and though i never expected to be your friend a few years ago. and though you're a narcissistic bitch. you're great fun. people-watching at swensens, diggin' into our ice-creams, just talking about anything and everything. and laughing at the puke people at kfc.

i wish it were someone else though. but never mind.

i've just got inspiration for a new poem. ahh. and all the old people coming back. suddenly the past and the future meld into one big solid mess, which is me.

everything just seems so perfect now. it is here. it is now. it is there. it is ripe for the picking. no more waiting. no more anything. the problem is, WRONG PERSON.

i must say i'm a darn unique person. you don't come across types like me everyday. hmm. gosh this is turning into self-praise. and those few that love me. they love me beyond it all. oh well.

and all you bitches whom i sent my latest brainchild to and have yet to fully comment on it (which basically means all of you), please do k. i really wanna know what you think. even though it's cheem-gushing. yeah.

there's nothing much really i've got to say. i'm feeling so vapid nowadays. thoughts evade me. i had quite a bit to say before logging on. but evidently, they've all evaporated.

anyway. i'm talking to woochiao on the phone now. he's obviously mad. with his grasshopper gay spycams. lalala. goodnight.
quixoticka eulogized @ 11:45:00 pm