Wednesday, November 02, 2005
and i'm home with podywody, wapple, russ and armed with another dvd with lotsa fruits and ribena to sob my sorry night of solitude away. ok.. maybe not so sorry.. but i'm definitely alone in my enterprise tonight. the "stay away from zouk" enterprise. didn't mind the idea actually when my friend screamed over the phone just now asking if i was going, but the thought of the jostling, the bruised toes and joints after, coupled with the last minute information that girls have to pay tonight.. it was bye bye clubbing and HELLO HOME.
this is bad leh.. i realised i type about nothing but the banal proceedings of my life nowadays.. i'm descending into what i hate most about bloggers. the kind i despise when they holler about nothing but where they went, what they did, with whom, when and how.
such is a day in the life of joyce. tis' tough ok.. all those baffling and perplexing decisions to make.. ideas and thoughts kept swarming around in this little brain of mine all clamouring for attention. my bimbotic mind was bewildered by such imminent and pressing issues to make. issues like.. what to wear for dinner. jeans? shorts? shorts with sweater.. AHHHH... then clubbing? tonight? WHY? NOW? YES?? OKIEEEE but WAIT.. it's gonna be crowded, but heck care the world is there.. gonna be hella fun seeing 3/4 of my friendster list there.. but i can't dance when it's crowded.. WHAT?? NOT FREE ENTRY?? WHY... DAMN ZOUK.. OK GO HOME.
ya.. basically i saturated my thought flow for the past 4 hours i spent agonising over "important" issues for you la.. so you'll know how confused i was. it's actually supposed to be a joke.. like i'm taking this crack at myself.. but only pple like hongy will laugh cos she can imagine how i'd behave when i'm really perplexed by trivial stuff. eg. counting to ten. and i kid you not.
i shall make a worldwideweb postit here on my blog reminding myself to write about something lyrical and somewhat intellectual next time.
Raindrops.. ah.. there's a nice topic.. i've actually thought of one stanza..
Raindrops
like snow on cars
when light hits
silhouetted
on hands like grey moles
A window's silvery companion
shadowed
tumescent
by others who have come
remind me to finish that poem up.
and DAMNIT somebody just called to ask if i'm going to zouk. make that the seventh person tonight.
now i feel like going :(
YES?
NO! charlie and chocolate factory is waiting
such is the vociferous tone my thoughts take on, being muted behind the skull for so long.. BOOOOOOOO Joyce Lim unzipped at 10:52 PM with 0 comments
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