soul entree
from my hands i could give you
something that i made
from my mouth i could sing you another brick that i laid
from my body i could show you a place god knows
you should know the space is holy
do you really want to go?
say it right
the architect
Dean. competitive swimming is my game. i figured i could be a lifeguard but that means i would be letting more swimmers drown in the pool. my speech and my thoughts doesn't seem to have a common understanding with each other. i hardly have time to take new pictures of myself. materializing architect. blatant, derailed, mirthful, coy.
on government service. wtf.
birthday: 13061987
location: singapore
killing time bag
photgraphy, photoshop, competitive swimming, brown paper, long bus rides, lifeguarding, stoning while flipping thru GQ, chilling with pals at any coffee branch, music, purchasing A&F and American Eagle Outfitters, reading literature text, submerging through books that says World History 1900 - 1997 & excessive clubbing.
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14 February 2005
i was damn late for skwel todae. skipped skewl fer no reason.. cant keep tis any longer. Part of me says i gotta go skewl but the other says that i shud juz break way.
Yesterday wus quite fun actuali. did some stuff. tot tat the weekend gonna be a bore.
doodled wif ma horn den badak sms me.
wanna go gym?.
sure.
meet u den at 12.45.
Nah, cant gotta go out wif family.
hey at least i get to go to the UK funfair and have a blast.. haha nearly puked though.
went home and did last minute cramming of the 1848 Revolution. Farkin boring man. someone stab me here!