Pangs

Really feeling uncreative at the moment.So I will just post some quotes.

of cuteboy fantasies...

Me: Leroy smells good.
Deborah & Vanessa: Uh, Huh.
Me: He put his hands around me the other day.
Deborah & Vanessa: Uhm. Okay.
Me: And I think of him naked. Sometimes.
Deborah and Vanessa: (startled)


of an excercise in dramatic irony...

Me (to class): We made a loss of 40 dollars because some people overspent. Extravagance, extravagance, how wretched. And now is the winter of our discontent.

of the "stupid IJ girl who got hit by the ball"...

Junkai: She intelligently sat beside the goalpost and got hit by the ball. Had to summon the ambulance.
Me: Nasty eh. So she didn't die huh? That's comforting.

Vanessa (in post-accident satire-repartee): If she were anymore intelligent, she would have sat in the middle of the court.

of my wont when piqued...

Me: YOU FUCKING CHAO CHEEBYE..WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT LAR!!

Or...( in an otherwise more composed fashion)

Me: I'm not talking to you for 10 minutes. And I want my N-Gage back right now.


Very irritable by the day because the advent of results are screwing my moods up and can't get to slumber proper.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 9:20 am

  Agon

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.
The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried,
Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse:
was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me." -- Antony, Julius Caesar Act 3, Scene 2

So I was just contemplating the etymology of "adumbrate" this morning. It couldn't be too coincidental, could it? In "Epilogue", my poem did sing that very dreadful line and it has become a fatal fatalistic foofaraw tonight. Just because I do did love all of you so, I let my lachrymal glands loose to an iota of mouribound sadness.

(That sounded bad and loaded with too much obfuscating vocabulary. I just fucking cried, alright?)

My Scherzo's been played. I lost you. And all of you. Cap-a-pie. I am done and I am certainly very upset. I am because I bloody well can't seem to put it across in an anymore depressing manner. Because all of you do mean something to me. Maybe I shouldn't have emotionally allow myself be entangled with all of you. However...that was a maybe. Maybe it was just a joke. An Old Italian Joke.


cuRRent...jer
In a painful a cappella dissonance.





  ¶ 1:10 am

 
Brazen

In the face of procrastinated piling homework and strained friendships, my foul disposition is just exacerbating the whole affair. In an ostensibly kinder gesture than usual, I am actually actively trying to briddle my anger in school and out. The spontaneous sensation of combusting in a splendid display of pyrotechincs is apparently very felictiously titillated to make its burgeoning presence felt with the most unfortunate of sods, whom for any reasons, have the shocking inability or incapacity to take any form of hints that I simply need them to sod' off (which is what they were born to do). They, against the logic of any mind, elatedly continue to take me on one of their senseless joy-rides with an ignorant glee, towards and over the precipice. I just get the painful need streaming through me to stab them in the gut; somehow accompanied by a very odd quaver just about to force my fingers into a singular and taboo shape of a phallus, then finally garnished with a gratifying paroxysm of invectives... While on the other hand;

I find myself momentarily impecunious --
My posterior is selling at 15 Singapore dollars per squeeze. Come get it.

cuRRent...jer
Any other buisness propositions are desperately welcomed and subject to mutual negotiation.


  ¶ 1:13 pm

  Lurid

Caveat: This post might project certain awfully caustic departure from my usual amicable proclivities; I will be most rueful if it causes any protracted disturbance.

In an unprecedented rendition of choler, it is believed that I have annoyed too many people today. Yes, I am sorry. Most apolegetic as I could try to be, there was no reason to let loose the wild beast in me. Except at that piffling Lam Pa Kia teacher in-charge of some inane Total Defence Commemoration fiddle-faddle at morning assembly which happens to be already a quotidian balderdash. GO FUCK YOURSELF IN THE EYE, YOU FUCKING HAIRLESS (fatuous) CHAO CHEE BYE. KANINABU.

*Wonders How much Of The Above Is Anglais*

cuRRent...jer
I just about exhausted my avaliable synonyms for crap.

  ¶ 8:42 pm