Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I am forced to write this by Peiwei the lamo: Start off with: I am forced to write this by Peiwei the lamo. And Sheena and I had to be the two lovely lightbulbs to light up Peiwei and her mortal Ser Yeen's way. And we had to be dragged all around plaza singapura, and i had to eat my coke-and-saliva-soaked french fries. Oh it's not so bad cuz its my own saliva but then its still gross to eat coke fries. I cant remember what made us laugh so hard that i totally choked on my coke and spluttered it all out and gave peiwei a chance to gulp my coke and almost gave sheena a chance to steal my fries. Peiwei says it was because she tried to snatch my fries (which she did) and then i couldn't snatch her mashed potato so i snatched her coke. and then we duno what happen then i laugh, everybody laugh and then i choked and then peiwei gulped my coke and then sheena almost stole my beloved cheese fries who had sworn their only master and consumer would be me. and then this splat of coke splat into my fries then i couldnt not consume them after what they had sworn to me so i munched them with much distaste. And then we started laughing again and then I knocked off my tissue and i couldn't find it and had one left. Yeah it was all about me. Oh and i think the guy sitting next to us (singing in this weird falsetto voice) had to do with it too. Then sheena got bored and started reading TKAM, then Peiwei went "To read or not to read". Sheena put down her book. "To close or not to close" and so on. Then that guy said "To be or not to be". And we all started laughing, and then Peiwei spit out her mash potato onto sheena's jacket and my dear sheena, SO SELFLESSLY, decided to grab my tissue and make a run for it! How thoughtful hor?! Then i have no more tissue left. Then we all started laughing again (random right), then peiwei says i had some weird expression, but that was probably because you cant eat cheese fries without tissue, then i stole a tissue from peiwei and ser yeen (who was quite quiet or at least she did not contribute to the jokes a lot). And then duno what happen.
Anyway we couldnt find neoprint machines so we went to yamaha to look look see see. The saxophones looked so grand! And so many pianos... pianos were all one could see in every direction of 360 degrees - north, south, east, west, north-east, south-west, south-east, north-west, north north east, south south west, south south east and north north west... pianos were everywhere as far as the eye could see and they all sparkled and glimmered with tantalising and adobe photoshop light and their keys were teeth white (which let me assure you is supposed to be extra white) and their keys were burnt black. Perched on top of every piano was a beautiful, astonishing, radient, proud crown, stating "Please do not practise on the piano", and there was this tall piano that looked strangely out of shape compared to my incomparably black and beautiful and shiny instrument of the heart and the saxophones blinded us with their inner light that was cast forth into this world of terrible darkness. And the tall shelves of books emitted their old-age lovely smell of booklice and silverfish and the books winked to us promisingly but their prices didn't. The jazz books looked all too promising for when i flipped through them they looked all too unpromising. The sleek grand grand pianos called out to us like flailing drowning rats as they were trapped within a cruel cold glass chamber and their intricate gold and bronze warm metal strings shone and glimmered like thousands of ... somethings? and i've lost my passion for writing weird stuff again. Good night and i shall edit tomorrow.
