Wouldn't it be nice to be unrich and barefoot and make music all day with friends who know not to compare and judge you with and by what you've done or where you've been or what you have? Gah.):
Twiggy Twiggy. Wanna be a prat and be homeschooled again. Concluded that yishun makes skin suffer. We all skip school yest and spend four hours at the clinic, talking utter rubbish like wouldn't it be cooler if Oedipus Rex was homo and had killed his mum to marry his dad instead. And Mel told us how she ponned two weeks straight last year with no medical leave at all. Is that cool or is that cool. I bump into Eunice at the mrt and she made it to NTU which is I thought was really nice. After the clinic we also go to the supermarket and since we are using our own money we buy whatever we like - expensive junk food. Which reminds me of B's piece, showing kids pleding their allegiance to Tesco. I spend the rest of the evening doing coursework, and marvelling at how lousy I'd gotten since I last picked up a paintbrush.
ps: I crave dry meepok with tons of minced meat and ketchup...@.@ Yeah..Screw ciggs and booze, meepoks all I really want now. Now. No. Ow.
pps: Started having weird fantasies about walking around a sprawling old english garden with half a dozen sisters and cousins and wearing pretty sundresses and caps in the summer and, strangely, we all go barefoot and smoke lsd. We chat and laugh when we start seeing things all psychedelic-like, and none of us are sheep. We are but a herd -- all more different than alike -- with our own seperate ideas. Our ideas are long, multi coloured ribbon which we draw from our varied hats, perched atop our drugged, spinning heads. The youngest produces a fat ribbon in the palest hues of pink, while the oldest whips out a ribbon that more resembles a thin blade of metal -- it is just as dull and curls around and around. My ribbon is gold. Then we form a ring around the biggest hat, belonging to the plump cousin, and lower these ribbon into her boonie. When we are finished she jams it back onto her very round, vast cranium. And we are merry.
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