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Friday, August 26, 2005
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
-dashboard confessionals.
Fits of hysterical laughter and excessive exercise.
The two words i would use to describe our after school activities.
Lets take today for instance.
Sarah, Vivek, Kenn, Barry, Mel and i went down to the prata house for some much needed curry therapy.
The bill for the first time came up to a whopping $21.30 because vivek had to order his weird exotic pratas. (Egg and cheese, egg and onion. wtf)
After that we slacked there for a good hour, just talking rubbish.
When we decided to leave, the prata man ran chasing after us cause he thought we didn't pay the bill.
Twit. do you think we're like __.
Sarah left for home while the rest trooped down to my place.
They were abit hesistant about swimming until i brought in loads of clothes from my place.
The seduction of the water leaves no one unsatisfied.
Piggy back rides and floaties/love boats.
Killer whales and my labourer.
It was hilarious, kenn went insane and went round imitating fishes, claiming to be of limited supply therefore deserved higher wages etc..
Econs bullshit.
Suddenly we moved on to the attack of the communist, and the eisenhower doctrines.
We actually paused to remember what year he was president.
Ha, sad how we can never escape the mundane-ss of school life.
Spent hours in the pool, just laughing and swimming around.
Lounged in the jacuzzi till nine plus and mel insisted she had to go home.
After bathing and changing, we waited patiently for the boys in the male toilet.
Barry, decked only in his underwear and shirt sauntered past, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Think fair porcelain sticks.
Vivek stood just behind the sauna door and smiled at us as he squeezed his soggy underwear dry.
Exhausted beyond words now, and yet, i don't feel like sleeping.
Finally finished 'Empress Orchid', some parts aren't exactly interesting, but others just kept me keen for more.
Drama again tmr, every saturday drama humdrums.
Perhaps i will oversleep again.
imprinted at 11:02 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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