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Green Day - 21st Century Breakdown

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oh hello its been a while since anything significant was said - amount of entries have lacked in frequency due to overwhelming schedule. it's been a stomachache.

updates:
- soon, soon, we'll be happier and it'll be more than ok
- print is over, have moved back into former production group. oh joyful, joyful
- we played with plasticine today, singing national day songs. uh, and old mariah carey


top (from left) - Cherriann "The Altar" Wong, Darryn "Cursemaster" Lim, NurDiana "Diva" Kamal, Amelia "The Editor" Lee, Jason "Boboi" Haw
bottom (from left) - Dawn "Pomegranate" Lo, Jazreel "Gigi" Teo, Mawar "PongPong" Hassan and yours truly ...The Godbedah

tetek goreng is abandoned, bapak kau is not so gila anymore and it looks like our mother has taught us stuff. AAAAAAACKCHERLIE it wasn't so bad and we were elected to lead. Not to read. Spiderpig went away to do his own stuff, the stuff spiderpig does.

- HEYLOOO DAWN. WHY YOU LOOKING AT ME BLOGGING.
"I'm bored," she whines
"I don't whine I just said I'm bored"

ok random.
Her ringtone says "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. So from my personal point of view, get another girl to marry you,"



- am not going to be working soon.
oh boo, i wish i didn't have to leave
anyone looking for a part time job in the North East area?

- i feel the end is near.
did you know I cry to "Home"? A' ah, that National Day song.

this is nuraini.
she is my friend.

i do not get to see nuraini often. she studies across the causeway and only make occasional visits home. even then, her arrival usually comes unannounced and my other friends and i would scurry to make plans to meet her.

nuraini was always quite the romantic. the above image fits well into the many picturesque daydreams she used to speak of (mind the muddy beach though. huhu.) nuraini had a lot to speak about, actually. but then again all Milah's have a becok nature imbibed in them.

we called her by a variety of names. she wanted to be called poket ajaib (magic pockets ala Doraemon) and Abang Gincu called her Paini. I was jealous. once the Milahtant movement started picking up speed, she jumped aboard the bandwagon as Srikandi Pedas.

nuwai and i, along with a few others, used to go for tutoring at kembangan. we would travel from tampines to kembangan in our ill fitting uniforms and walk along naked drains littered with nothing but specks of green. she used to wear this huge grey bag, with her long ponytail swishing as she bonded along school. nuwai used to have a cat too. her name was molly.

the last time we met, she greeted me with a sleazy kiss on the cheek, floating around the house like she was walking on air. she spoke animatedly the way she does, manja voice like a sleepy kitten and her slender hands flapping in the air. her eyes were glazed over though and never truly met mine the way i remembered them to. i asked her if she was high.

aiyah but no lah, silly me. she wasnt high, she was just..uh. married.

am currently unable to differentiate between feeling placid, peaceful, absolutely fine and feeling violently overwhelmed.
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nak kata opocot tak sengaja pon.. bukan tak sengaja. walaupun sesungguh-sungguhnya aku tak mahu pandang belakang aku terpandang belakang jugak. Aiseh bedah, bunuh diri sudah.

There's a mass without roofs. There's a prison to fill. There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills. There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill. There's a right to obey. And a right to kill. - RATM, calm like a bomb