the bird, the lock and the nivea men facial wash.

havent been feeling really good. today somehow i had a mood swing. felt restless, and cant wait to get my ass outta skl. many reasons: first of all, the trek recee dates. monday? tuesday? monday? tuesday? tuesday. dang. of all days my fav tues had to be robbed away by my fav odac. and for no good reason. and even econs have to be jeopardized. but i dun reallie mind. den, things had to be made worse. tuesday which often means an early dismissal--->early home--->early dinner--->early bedtime--->early waking would often jus be a weekly boost nearly the middle of the week. not realli impt, can do without. but jus on this day there jus very COINCIDENTALLY happen to have an outting which i wld die to go. every tuesday nothing on, and when something is on....the odac monster. i'm speaking like i hate odac, but i dun. in fact i love odac so much i can send the "whole" world up a plane and then shoot it down with a bazooka. i dun care, so long as odac remains. well....being merciful, i'm sure u ppl noe i'll keep some others alive as well to add flavour to my life. to add heartache to this perfect world wif onli odac. it sounds stupid, but i think i cant help it.

dats how much i love odac, but thinking abt it, having 4 out of 7 days dedicated to odac in some way or another can reallie be rather taxing. 2 weeks in a row? dat would mean 8 outta 14 days being lame and crappy. its an absolute overkill. and sapping the juice out of me. makes me wanna put odac on the plane instead, with me included. den set off a bomb and rid the world of us. would it be a quieter place? perhaps. would it be a boring place? no doubt. and again no doubt.

lifting from becca's blog: if i had to describe my life in a single sentence. i dun make travel plans, coz i always fall asleep in buses, and end up sending 2 identical smses half the time. and i talk alot, but not of money, craps rather. its not my choice, but this is reallie the truth. my life: "eat sleep shit, crapping joking flirting, planning/executing/debriefing odac activities" how simple. the needs, the funs and the duties. oh i 4got. blogging. u see? only 10 items, jus right. no wonder i always felt something was missing from my life before becca got me into blogging. 9 is never a nice number. 5111 is. 5111 is laminated and hanging on my wall now. together wif the FHM. am i talking crap? den y u still reading? stop reading la? if u can resist seeing wat i have in store. i bet u cant, and u'll continue no matter wat i type. coz dats me, and by this time u're supposed to be hearing my voice saying this in ur head. u're realli stubborn to continue reading, and subjecting urself to the torture of my irritating voice ringing in ur head. and suddenly u think of my face, and u realised u've never really taken a good look at me. i mean who does? this world jus takes ppl for granted. and unless i die and lie in a casket wif a glass over for all to see, no one wld reallie actually see. physically maybe, but wadeva happened to the sensitivity? ok i'm ranting, but like i say...u cant stop reading even if i'm scolding u now. u're addicted. u're sick. u jus dunno that urself, u needa read...and u feel uneasy with even a single unread word u come across. and then u'll act like u know alot of me after u read my little bloggie thingy. but u never read me. never read my mind. never read my heart, my will, my desire.

but like all good teachings goes...we're supposed to be amiable and act like we know everything when we dun, or act like we dunno anything when we know we're the guilty party mentioned here. so i shall say it out loud again. i love my friends. and for my love u dun have to give anything, like the charity mentioned in the bible. jus that mine will go unnoticed. as always...taken for granted.

cant be more true.