- Christmas was a riot, plenty of regulars present meant alcohol all around and midnight shift was a breeze. Ritz and Bobby got wind of how much j’adore their matching chains and left the pair for me as a Christmas gift, which was of course broken by the end of the night.
- A debauched mess, me, rushing to the bar hollering “DOM PERIGNON! I NEED A BOTTLE OF DEEPEE PLEASE! DOM PERIGNON, JOHNNY!!!”, a trail of order chits, credit cards and tips in my wake. Then, as I pivot wildly, welding the champagne like a truncheon, my fiery centrifugal momentum is halted by a hand on my chins. A vision of God’s gift comes into sight, smouldering ; Jack is in the club!
- Thence I suffered my first emotional upheaval of 2007. Look, I cannot help it if my feelings are wired directly to my eyes and Jack is the poster child for beauty so effusive it should be outlawed.
- Thank you for blowing my mind again.
Author: drugstruck
POSTDATE
Before Sheryl left, we had a good ol’ hang with Mag. Did the old catch-up, spilt the new confessions and dished the gossip. I feel that Mag’s a human love machines like Jinesh and Jack, you’ve just gotta let her know you’re down and she oozes heartfelt affection from every pore. I have never actually heard her voice a sour thought against anyone and have decided already that she’s got a rare heart of gold.
Anyway Sheryl, let nothing stop you from catching the next flight back into my waiting arms.
i follow you around like a spy – you are beautiful, very beautiful.
2.45AM
there we were, sitting quietly on the edge of the world, and no one could see us.
SEEKING FREE HUGS
i’ve had the worst week. ever. seriously, some supersonic loving is in hand and oh about three centuries worth of pure unadulterated sleep.
non-sequiter at the factory. ritz bounces over. “you like luke right?” “luke?” “the policeman during halloween!” “what?!” “yeah he’s cute he’s cute la!” ritz bounces off. egads! one definitely does not want one’s boss to know that she has intentions on boss’ friend and for the record, i do not harbour any of course.
four huge mural projects are due next week and that’s with the weekend factory shifts and two lungs full of phlegm which is getting frankly rather worrying.
edit: and then i am tranced out staring at some random video in the midst of this paintandpaper strewn table, dirty fingers smudging the keyboard and coffee EVERYWHERE. i’m hardly cognitive anymore. not even to judge my reflection before heading to the schools. as jinesh says, i think i’ve discovered an alltimelow.
AGRAHPIPI
this week’s been an absolute whirlwind of affairs. handed in the dreaded portfolio on monday and of course hidayah had to squawk about lateness and whatnot. repressed folks. tuesday – rounded up lessons at raffles which’ve been dragging on for the last five months. the kids there are fabulous to teach. headed to lasalle a last time on weddie with agri to hand in her portfolio and to collect my grades two days late as usual. found out mine’s been sent to the dean for some review and i can only hope it isn’t bad news. grimace. had the delivery man move a 2.4m x 2.4m twelve-part mural home while halfway through an insitu 2m x 9m. it’s a suicide mission. a short dinner with sheryl at newton on thursday damn i am so feeling meegoreng right now and on friday night whambam i fell in love again.
oh wells. it’s been the most hectic seven days ever and if there’s anything that came out of it, it is that we can finally choir, in rigorous gusto, fuck you school.
the parentals have left on a roadtrip to malalysia and silas has been strangely reluctant to let me out of his sight ever since. the manja ten pound bodyguard. twenty eight designs to churn out tomorrow morning why does this feel so much like lasalle? I AM WORKING THE FREAKING HIGHWAY BABY HERE’S TO THE MONTHLY MILLIONSES.
i swear i am terminally ill. it’s one thing to be too sick to go to school for submissions, and another to be too sick to even sit up altogether. i have never known my olfactories to spew so much phlegm and the fever’s just starting. my body’s aching and tender all over and still i’ve gotta haul my ass to teach at red swastika the next two mornings and that’s not forgetting halloween on saturday night. and thursday’s flea market. i think i will just stagger to school with a whole stack of mcs and personally ask mimi and vincente for extensions till next week. somebody give me some good ol’ luurvin’ please like right now.
SCHOOLTRIPPIN’
this entry ends the trippiest schoolweek ever. it started with our reflective journal submissions. the fact that i’ve only completed ten pages out of the requisite hundred, and still was thirty minutes late, should be a pretty sweet indication of where my academic career is heading. feh. yulius was sick so the girl and i booked out to catch a horror movie, returned thirty late for mimi, went to the library gathered a ton of books for some downanddirty research work, procured a nice space to ourselves and promptly slept.
come tuesday. illustration which was heading nowhere so we snuck out mid-class for lunch. welcome to lasalle. had a random windy evening at suntec and returned late for printing class. we were home by nine after which i spent two days dreaming of a typographic universe. i blame it on the lack of sleep and mimi, whom justin has a crush on. ginette on thursday afternoon. agri and i arrived in school half an hour after lecture started, spent another half hour debating whether to go in and decided to have lunch with vincente afterall while everyone else was at class. our adherence to routine is amazing ; we are actually rather punctually late for school! haha props to agri, my lovely fellow perpetrator of scholastic crime. remember its ten pages of research over the weekend so work some magic baby.
Writing myself a letter, to make myself feel better.