matchstick boy

Looks like you now officially have a page in my book. And you've also had a year of my life, 2007 was unrivalledly yours.

But what i failed to mention earlier though was, that you also have a drawer. A drawer in my bookshelf. Filled solely with your letters, your artwork, your heart.
And mine.

daily dose of randomness

we sat by the side of the skating rink, taking a breather. That's when we noticed the lady sporting the obvious baby bump. She had with her another 2 toddlers on hand.

yours truly: 'they're prolly like the good christian sort. Non-believers in contraceptives..'
gris: 'huh.. isn't that China?'

On a whim we walked into a petshop and bought ourselves a roborovski hamster each. Bush and Forrest. Hers, mine respectively.
Glaring at Forrest running frantically in his wheel.
gris: "wah yours like on some fitness programme."

later in the evening our semi-vegetative bodies litter kim's living room area, Bubbles and Little Britain blares in the background.
Kim upon noticing nas's badly band-aided feet.
"omg nas. Did you tread through a minefield or something."
Nas: "New shoes."

who's got it ??!
come on, own up. I've turned my room inside out and i still can't find it.
It's for kim.
my Great Spy - Flower Show Riots.


no.
This time i didn't leave it in some dewd's car.
Gimme back !!!!
*pouts

hit me with something that is real.
with something more,
something i can feel.
and with an arrow in my heel,
i will fall.

greek grandeur; Mykonos

take the plunge. or run.

2 years has passed but it feels like just yesterday we were in our white jumpers, flying down the slide rafts. 'Brace Brace! stay down stay down'.

Tobes got hitched last night. He sang that silly song by Adam Sandler, "....i'll get you medicine when your tummy aches, build you a fire when the furnace breaks..". Diabetically sweet, it nearly reduced me to tears.

I generally don't like weddings. Gives people ample opportunity to pose the, "When's your turn?" question. Or at least enquire about your commitment level. Or lack thereof.

If we all came with a warning label attached, mine would read,

"Not engineered for commitment."