  quasi-fiction the photos of the slightly chubby but nonetheless mouth-watering model that we took at photography class have vanished into thin air... from being wedged between the pages (of worksheets) of the Owner's file, through the pores of the bag zipper, into infinity and beyond. i am utterly dismayed. my bowels and my nose had a catfight today over nature's call. i was wondering whether to suffer the cigarette fumes from the people chain-smoking inside the toilet cubicles next to the one that would have to entertain me for the next half-hour, but i decided to bring my sorry ass (and my sorry bowels) home instead while a free-for-all-fight broke out inside my tummy. thanks, buddies. ordinarily jim o'rourke's simple humming refrain over light, wispy bass, subtle & rubbery piano, and horns evoke a sense of appreciation in my head, but now it's all headache.
and time for a lie: the sweet scent of love will be in the air... ... tomorrow at the CHIJ toa payoh carnival. apparently that place will be swarmed by people from my school and all, and CC has $25 of those coupons, so i figure that we'll all assemble at CC's house at 10am, fight the crowds, and gorge our mouths with free, badly-cooked food, since girls who can cook are now an extinct species, what more attractive girls with nice legs who can cook and study and argue with you about bernard shaw and j j thompson and alan paton with more ease than putting on clothes.
and as far as putting on clothes is concerned, i much prefer the antagonistic action. muahahahaha. 
