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lovely.

"My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer."

cabaret was so frikkin' risque. fei xiang and mark richmond were mighty cool on stage. i wanna dress up like nazi spies with trenchcoats and rubber gloves already.

the play had everything: butts, lingerie, fei xiang, jason chan from power rangers ninja storm, excellent vocals, historical reference to nazi germany and german accents.

brill.

Friday, July 28, 2006

okay, overworking your muscles isn't that awesome after all.

strained my calf muscles on both legs. i can barely walk.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

the outcome of soccer training today:

muscle cramps so painful that it gives a rush of blood to the head, subsequently blinding my eyes for a few seconds.

it was brilliant.

i so love it. it has been awhile.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

the 5km run with scott, tintin and mark toh was refreshing with scott pacing most of the route. i certainly need more of that.

and despite what the rest might say, i still reckon that scott chong bing ru is one of the most coolest guy in yjc.

Monday, July 24, 2006

being power hungry and attaining that prestige has once again resulted with instant blows to myself despite all the sacrifices made and all the good intentions behind my doings. i guess the improper manner of which i handled issues is coming back to haunt me.

never mind now, more to people that i have to prove wrong.

and more reasons for me to work harder.

okay, i voted for amelda despite the fact that i did not condone her participation intially. should i be proud that she made it into the finals?

well, is she hot? definitely.

vote for her here.

(but oh my god, sherry tan is so sizzling hot!)

Sunday, July 23, 2006

charmaine made my day.

full-stop.

outings with cousins sha-sha and haiqal taught me many new malay words, jokes and slangs. sometimes, an added malay-ness is good for a change. for instance, 'sachok' is a word to describe good-looking mats and 'sachek' is a word to describe good-looking minahs. i got to know the different factions of mats, the current trends and what not and meet lots of interesting people. maybe i should become a mat (although i'm a mat by default because i'm malay).

"eh, kimak minah tu muker mepek tak lawa pun dapat jalan ngan sachok siak."

"cuber, sial."

haha.

Friday, July 21, 2006

the temptation's overwhelming but i'm pursuing something futile.

no more.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

songs currently in my ipod playlist repeating itself hours after hours:

you're a god - vertical horizon
hands down - dashboard confessional
under the gun - the killers
one blood - terence jay
wonderwall - ryan adams

Monday, July 17, 2006

paracetamols, 5 tablets each taken with coke light. consequences came with our heads as heavy as a cement truck, as stoned as zombies in resident evil (but much cooler), with eyes that can barely open properly and with slaps by mark toh because of the stupidity. tintin and me, aye, brainless fuckwit.

and why did we even do it?

answer: for fuck's sake, savvy?

aye, aye. i was pete dunham the whole day (or at least i thought i was).

Sunday, July 16, 2006

"mate, i'm smart as fuck."

with legs like that. >.<

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

i am deprived. the tattoo should go.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

today's makeover session of sorts transformed taufiq into a pseudo-ite-paikia-guy of sorts.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

the heats went well for me. i now need to straighten up my run properly for the finals. it's really awesome to have those muscle strains back with those aches here and there. soccer with the lads, of course, has always been a remedy and i enjoyed all the hilarious jokes that came with it.

it had occurred to me almost recently that i have everything i want. no negative spell whatsoever and things have been working out quite my way currently. but then, there is still that lingering feeling that something is lacking.

well, i am certainly smitten. but i need to consolidate my thoughts properly first because i am more afraid of the scrutiny than the consequences.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

it all boils down to that same issue in the end: the pride and the value of self-importance.

so i puked after my 200m. after my run yesterday, i can officially say that i hate puking. it really hurts when your body muscles, especially your abdomen area cramps up and you are forced to release that day's lunch out. quite an event, yesterday. i've never pushed myself to the extent of really getting mentally and physically shagged to the point of vomiting. nausea is an ass. and when i got home, i slept like a pig, missing the french game later on in the morning. knn.

eh santa cruz, where you, sia?

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

i had a much needed ego-boosting session today thanks to marina. oh, and imagining and playing myself as pete dunham in green street hooligans with his kind of abs gets that kind of superiority effect, of briton sarcasm, of stuck-up-ness and of i-don't-give-a-flying-fuck attitude. ohohohoh.

"Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly don't we boys?"

need to watch more contemporary movies set in the UK.