Macy Gray never sounded as good as me

insomnia's getting the better of me, with a very fabulous sexy drawl of phelgm and raspy-ness in my throat, i obviously attracted the stares of more than a handful of people as i waltzed down town with Debbie & Eunice.

I always cherish my church days where I was on fire, the days of passion and glory and gusto for Mr. J, but i feel that with all the politics and issues that goes on beyond the Almighty's commandments have given me so much of a lost in faith that I had to leave, I did not want to stay in the church doing things for the wrong motives, or under the wrong intentional pressure.

Having to meet up with dear pal Colin Chong & Kevin Koo was another good and practical day, it's hard to see how we've all grown up and moved on, and very blessed to know that though we have one thing less in common, we still are able to hang out. That's a very big blessing.

Now that the days of prancing to the west for school are finally over, i realised the amount of time I have for myself during the weekdays! So many things can be accomplished over a period of 5 X 24 hours!

gymming!
tanning!
swimming!
flea circus training!
tree sap tapping!
kumquat peeling!

and the list goes on, and of course, to top the list is of course to overcome the fear of sitting in the death seat, holding onto the devil's stick and pressing on the pedal that will accelerate my death rate.

yes i'm talking about the knowledge of driving a car.

I've always had a phobia about the highways and byways of the vehicular tubes. Aside from the occasional road hogs and speed demons, even the most gentle of all types (a indian grandma driving a Malaysian proton) may seem like Lucifer on Prozac in Disneyland on a bumper car. And of course, my brother and father have also had their speeding and negligence of signalling days (and i don't mean flipping the finger), but i guess it's time for me to of course go through this particular rite of manhood and attempt to handle the stick.

innuendo was totally intentional. :)

My minds in a whirlpool that has dead fish in it, oh oh and phelgm, I'd better hit the sack soon. Tomorrow's a big day, what with teaching piano in the morning, charity work in the afternoon, and mahjong with the gang at night.

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oh oh, talking to derek now and apparently we're being certified nutcases.

Derek: i usually use euphemisms

Me: Euphemisms = ? sorry ar, i himbo. lol

Derek: oh yeah you himbohomo! I sound like a red indian *5 second pause*

himbohomohimbohomohimbohomohimbohomo. it's fun typing it!

Me: himbohomohimbohomohimbohomohimbohomo. OMG CHEAP THRILL. HAHA.