we used to have P.E. twice a week. Tuesdays and thursdays. So i'd wear a bra twice a week.
i miss my cottony soft pink bra. Wore it to death. By the time i was done with it, it was in shreds.
Didn't do much in the support department by then either.
And contrary to Karol's notoriously flamboyant stories, i didn't pull off my bra and start waving it about in Chest hair Chan's chem class.
I think it was in Servos's english class.
Which then launched her lecture(very beneficial life lesson i must admit) on the importance of wearing a comfortable supportive, right-fitting bra. I clearly remember the part where she proclaimed that in due time even singlet-clad small boobies would start sagging.
Gravity hasn't worked it's magic here yet thankfully.

Bimbo: but but....i like only take it off after P.E. period what??

Nas: sometimes you'll take it off when it's hot.
Nas: AND put it in your projectshop MESH bag??!

"it's still raining. Don't you think it's urging us to hug..."


"My point is, if i died today you'll be sad and you'd grieve.
But if you died today, i'd die too."

donations to the Kate Spade fund pays off.

mine mine mine!
All fucking mine!!
Impulsive, yes i'll admit that. But the glee, the goosebumps, the warm fuzzy feeling; priceless.






Wild daisies growing by the side of the road in zurich. Pretty.

I sit across you on the tiled floor. Something gets caught at the back of my throat. I find myself wanting nothing more.
Nothing more than to sit here in this moment.
Cold tiles.
You.
Me.
With paperhearts in the background.

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."