lit·té·ra·teur

December 30, 2005

it's killing me.

at the screening of King Kong..

one. "Mummy! Help me open!! (rustles packs of chips)"
two. "Mummy! Mummy!! MUMMY!!"
three. "I want I want!"
four. *cries*
five. "I want to eat what cheche is eating!!"

rotate the above actions randomly, and you'll get a three-hour show. an utterly scandalised one, by this little boy who sat on his mother's lap and pranced around her seat throughout. better yet, his mother does not do anything and continues watching the show no one else is enjoying because of her degenerate offspring. I think basic courtesy just flew right out of the window.

second night in a row I'm getting this. I'm more than thankful then, to be able to withdraw into my world of greek mythologies and contemporary literature for tomorrow.

for a while.

gid posted at 03:28

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melody

In This Life

For all I've been blessed with in this life
There was an emptiness in me
I was imprisoned by the power of gold
With one honest touch, you set me free

Let the world stop turning
Let the sun stop burning
Let them tell me love's not worth going through
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life, I was loved by you

For every mountain I have climbed
Every raging river crossed
You were the treasure that I longed to find
Without your love I would be lost

Let the world stop turning
Let the sun stop burning
Let them tell me love's not worth going through
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life, I was loved by you

In this life, I was loved by you.

crave.
sneakers
wallet
visors
shades
tees & jeans
a nice break away from singapore in the near future

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