the green dream

alright, question of the day- What has 78 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk?
that's right. MY ZIPPER.
i know i know, sensitive topic here for all you guys. oh well, needed something to jumpstart the post. haha, the incredible hulk is one green movie that was so so incapsulating, it left me stranded in the cinema for far too long, my mind just couldn't help but wonder how marvel managed to stretch those marvel-ous pants of his, that one hunk of a bruce banner, he actually managed to keep it on! but you know, it seems that all comic work must include the alter-ego-hero protagonist, one ugly bad-ass actallomighty antagonist, and not to forget, the catalyst or chemical X or superhotgirlfriend or whatever you wanna call it, in order to give the superhero the additional, "umph!", to overhaul mr. notsonice guy(whom i must say always appears to be much more expotentially overpowered) at the last minute. and yes i'm sure we'll all agree that liv tyler with the elfin ears in lord of the rings is definitely a 'rather than', than in this epic movie. yeah, but don't forget to thank God brucie boy's not stark naked in his incredible form, or we'll be suffering from post-mortem stress having to listen to all the little kids ask their mummy halfway through the show, "are you sure that's where babies come from?"...(the dots signify the pause for effect-that line was meant to be a joke) anyway, speaking of stark, i must compliment my good friend Tony's unique metallic way of malleable-ing himself into the ending. this is the part where the dim-witted, nah, the childhood-deprived folks, start asking their next door neighbours about that avengers project of his. haha. actually i'm one of them. had no idea what he was ranting on to. looks like i'll be awake studying marvel comic history into the wee hours of the dear morning . ah. i predict a cross-hero mashed up dream tonight. hope there'll be a happy ending and i'll save the day and when i'm about to be kissed by liv tyler... POOF!- dream disappears in an array of clouddust and i wake up to a screaming alarm clock.
blardy hell, hope there wasn't anything after the credits cos i didn't bother staying on till the close.

one

pain is pleasure.
pleasure is victory. - anonymous

one world.
one people.
one team.
one ac.
one cheer- "GROUP hugggggggggggggg! let's f***! gooooo AC!"
yeah baby. season's finally over. and we, finished off with a sexy bang. i love you guys. 3rd ain't all that bad.

squash cheat codes(to be shouted loudly from outside the court)
SHOWMEWHO'STHEMAN- player whacks the ball like a manimal
DON'TGIVEUP- player runs like a dog for every ball till he starts cramping in the legs
ONEBYONE- player goes for percentage
CMONTAKEITBACK- player takes back the handout
DON'TBESCARED- player rallies for the longest time
THAT'STHEWAY- player hits a nick shot... shout SEXY!- and the player does it again
AREYOUHAVINGFUN?!- player wakes up his idea and wins the game(most effective when player is losing with a constipated face)

calculate the possibilty

five hundred and fifteen days to set us apart
yet here we are at the same institution
you take biology i take physics
chemistry in common-
i wonder what you see, when you look at me
do you ever wonder what i see, when i look at you
if you knew what i see how would you feel
possibly flattered, or drastically offended-
i have math lessons three four times a week
but the only thing i've learnt
is to calculate the distance between you and me
be it four, five or twenty feet-
i'll imagine you my sunshine
dream up a whole relationship
but when the downpour of doubting fallacy comes
i'd declare it over before it's even begun-

at the table of fortune
where the cards have been dealt
look at the red ace you've drawn
just one heart to melt-♥

who invented nightmares

nightmare 1
5th june, thursday.
grueling day of training and studying. reached home around 5, after oversleeping on the bus. missed by 2 stops. zz. then napped from 540 to 8 during which i experienced a terrifying ordeal.
:i woke up in my dream, only to find out that my older brother was going out with her. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

nightmare 2
6th june, friday.
finished off the grp stage with a clean sweep of srjc. hot steamy bath and cold water slidin' with my homies. prata galore. reached home around 4, with a rather awkward half-sleep&wake ride on the mrt. then napped from 4.40 to 6 during which, i had a near-death experience.
:at first there was a bomb blast in church which i escaped by a hair's breadth, but they sent a professional killer to finish me off. so i faced him, exhanged words(i didn't really say anything i was scared shitless), then he said something lame like "i think i should finish the job now.."(typical hollywood cliche), and he lunged forward. just when i was about to meet my Maker, i woke up in reality, breathing heavily, heart pounding faster and louder than normal, thinking of all the possible ways he would've mutilated me. PRAISE THE LORD. phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

woah. two nightmares in a row. but then again, they say the opposite of your dreams happen in reality. so i wonder.

Restless V

Squirming into the lush, ravishing red, sensualized seat of the newly constructed auditorium- i adjusted my rigid elongated legs to fit comfortably into the obscenely limited chair radius provided. But however much the cushioned platform serenaded with my whole, connecting perfectly with the nervous system, sending tingling sensations down my spine, in the solitude of my seat, i felt restless. Without instruction, eyes affixed diagonally downwards, at an obtuse angle of about a 150°, head systematically positioned straightfoward to prevent any unnecessary strain in the neck, as if on cue, a vivacious vision greeted me, a choir of angels all on its own. One hundred and twenty seconds, i counted, time stood still. It was only after the lights went out, imprisoning my sight in darkness, negating the delectable view that was stealing my attention from the front stage performance, then did my passive self awaken from the subconscious universe that revolved around her...

For the next eighty minutes or so, fifty percent of the testosterone dominated male named Brian enjoyed the show, whilst his other half was engaged in a reckless inner-conflict, parallel to the raging rhythm and humdrum of the music, of which he honestly appreciated more than the dance. It was simply the way her smile toyed with his fragile memory, tantalising a guy's whiffs and fancies in more ways than one- a perfect blend of harmony midstreamed in a synchronised planar of the cacophonic environment...

Just seventeen days ago had i come clean with my emotions, climax of truth untold, removing the thorn that was penetrating my heart with a slow piercing motion. Yet like a jigsaw puzzle, that very play was the missing piece, come back to haunt me, assuming the form of -you know, the thing that happens some time after you quit, what do they call it? ah, yes.- ghostly withdrawal symptoms, encroaching loveless victims like myself. Oh when in the future will it be my turn to shatter this magical mirror of the past, without dire consequences