RIP, John Paul II. you had my respect.

after school, yuner and i went libertining around town.

now i'm sitting at my table sipping a frappuccino, waiting to be arrested for stealing a fork, among other things. if our faces are in the papers tomorrow, you'll have a faint inkling as to why.

( in which martina and i are excited about being spies )

i won't be attending the next two days of school, as i intend to suffer from a severe case of food poisoning. i'm essentially a lazy bugger who won't get out of bed unless money is involved. as far as i'm concerned, the idea of playing character-building games in shorts can go, well, do something nasty to itself ( Read more... )

i feel around fifty. i'm one step from making daily trips to the supermarket, wearing pink plastic curlers, and telling zhiying that the radio's playing our song ( Read more... )

wherever we go, be it Paris, New York or Burkina Faso, the flag of DESALIE LWEE shall be flown high forevermore.

( the national anthem )

you mess with kwee, you mess with me, shitheada few days back i saw a half-empty suitcase abandoned under a highway bridge, two crumpled shirts clearly visible. i don't know if he decided to leave home, or was knocked over by a speeding car whilst dangerously drunk. maybe he simply didn't want it anymore ( Read more... )

( for posterity )

something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

to say i was previously feeling shitty would be a gross understatement, but i'm certainly not going to mull over what i cannot change (unless i willingly cough up $100.80). up and on.