Monday, October 30, 2006
The Aspiring Better Man
@ 8:43 PM
Down with fever again.
I knew.. i always know... that gluttony will kill me.
But still, i ate 1 McSpicy (its so tasty!) plus 1 sundae plus ice tea for supper at 4am.
The next morning, i ate nasi lemak for breakfast at 8am.
Wats wrong with me?!!
Anyway... vomited. then diarrhea (till now i still dunno how to spell this word.). then fever followed.
wanna die by 6pm alr. Still managed to go out of my room to watch YOU performed. So glad that i did, u were beautiful.
Then i went back to die and moan and flip ard on my bed, before u came back and shower me with so much TLC that i almost drowned in bliss.
haha... fever has no fight for love. take note.
went clinic, see doc, 38.6 degree celcius, injection, cab back, and i went to slp. all the while u were there.
when i woke up, porridge. bought from far far away where u botherd to walk there and back to buy for me, although uncle vincent's stall will be more convenient. hahaa.
but it tastes so great, with TLC as primary ingredient.
Then u sat there, watching over me the whole nite. even slept on my room floor just so that u can carry on supplying TLC to me.
And i woke up now, seeing u on the floor, snoring away, looking real tired....
and i thought to myself: I heart you!
hahaha...
from a sick bf's pt of view - u scored 95/100. 5 pts deducted for not allowing me to eat another char siew Su. hahhahaha...
U are such a gift. i will treasure u.
thank you dearie.
The Aspiring Better Man
@ 8:26 PM
Dun wanna harp on it.
But since having a blog is about announcing my life to the world, then i shall just mention it by passing.
I got into an accident. (Dun worry im fine..)
Summary:
- Saturday Evening
- Me, dearie, Huihan and darius.
- Dinner at Bedok 85.
- I drove.
- Happy and joyous day.
- After dinner, darius's place to watch soccer.
- wanted to park at blk307a.
- height limit 1.9m.
- Lorry's acceptable height limit: 2.0m.
- bumped into the height barrier
- panicked.
- reversed without checking.
- toyota camry behind. super new.
- bumper dented, headlights scratched.
- trouble.
- lorry not mine, my father's employer's.
- cant claim insurance, not him who drives.
- jialat.
- borneo motors quotation.
- 2.3k.
- borrowing from frds.
- took it upon myself.
- will work hard to earn it back!!
end of story.
hahahhaa next time i free then upload the bloody camry's photo la.
ps: my lorry not a single scratch. i will buy one next time.
hahahaa... its over anyway!
The Aspiring Better Man
@ 8:17 PM
Monday, October 09, 2006
Biscuit cracks, mirror cracks, Butt Cracks.
And it has to be my r/s that cracks too.
Same old story with me, different reactions with her. What the.
How? GOd tell me! how much u want if i sell u my laziness and sleep disorder? and pls sell patience to me pls.
and even then, the cracks might not be healed. cracks run deeper than wat can be seen.
None of us started on this with a clean slate, but how are we gonna make do with the old stains?
Keep on licking them? eeeeuuuwwww~
anyway, even if i stop slping late, stop being nua, stop being fat and bald, who knows wat else is there to criticise?
love, when strong, is mama-lemon detergent. it washes every stubborn stains away.
but may i ask, are we even willing to go to the kitchen and wash dishes yet?
The Aspiring Better Man
@ 11:36 PM
Bloody haze.
Detrimental to health and emotions. Flaring tempers all around, amidst coughing individuals and sneezing taxi uncles.
Indonesians, take care of ur forest can? u wanna play fireworks, make sure the smoke stays, not stray.
149 PSI? wat fuck...had to be on a saturday when i go shopping with jeannie. wat fuck.
Almost died tat day.
The Aspiring Better Man
@ 11:27 PM
