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typewriters&nicotine.
November 02, 2008

prescription for sanity, please? ;

lovers, lost and gained. hearts, tussle and decides on pain.

pheew, what a week of marital madness.

trust me, after reading the article on The New Paper, about the lady who killed herself right in front of her husband's bare eyes, all due to a simple human addiction; debts, it is not funny when someone close to home tells you a story about a friend who wanted to bring all her 3 children to jump down from a HDB apartment block just because her husband is having extra-marital affairs with her own best friend.

that bastard.

suicide, is not even a possibility anymore. it happens. i thought i feared death, but now, i understand why, all those who has gone before us, didn't even think twice.

SO, maybe for the past few days, i have been rather erratic. which understandably, leads to this love child of mine, being non-productive.

but, i've now, temporarily recovered from the constant excruciating realities of this temporary world. learn, as you're still alive, is the positive way to go. STILL, rot to death and suicide, clings to us like a gold-digger holding the hand of her old, diffusing, husband.

due to harassing schedules for money, i decided to fill my teeny weeny free time with having belly laughters from watching Scenes From A Hat on "Whose Line Issit Anyway", salivating and trying to emulate Lacey Schwimmer's suave, crazy feet and catching up on some reading and of course, music.

did you read in the papers the past few days that Barrack Obama almost got assassinated, by these 2 crazy pro-white wackos?

its crazy because, earlier this month, my brain cells decided to merge and made me think that there will be a possibility of him getting assassinated. why, you may ask?who are we kidding?!racism has always been the issue in America and until now, there is still no resolution to tackle it. what more, if their president was a guy of color? logically enough, all hell will break loose despite most of the Americans voting for Obama.

i better go and touch a wood now.*touch wood, touch wood*. for all those people who attempts to assassinate him, i don't understand you and i don't even want to. i am not voting for him, but at least give the guy a chance to help you and your country. like the 2 of you can do any better for your country?

singapore are already showing similar signals(segregating colors) . don't you nod your heads and disagree just because you're too afraid to say so. and, im not scared, just extremely worried for the next election.

well, tucking in now. till i see you next time; i want to have an affair with jason mraz's mind and lacey schwimmer's everything.

PS: Wade Robson is in town and i don't get to see him. yay for me!