tune: LIFEHOUSE - SICK CYCLE CAROUSEL
i did the taff today. (monday)
*GRIN.
was fun while it lasted, with mirko.

tomoro, communications :] of course im going, and for teh next day as well.
i have business.

anyway. i wonder whutt that nazi punk would say come wednesday, since last wednesday we all charbotted halfway. heh heh.
dont ask whuts happened to me.

i dont know either! oh the thrill in spontaineity!

and thursday, i'm skipping VB.
and friday, i fly.
yey, cant wait.

been thinking of whutt i can buy over there...but knowing me, i just prolly wont get anything at all! LOL.
anyway, hotels and flights confirmed.

to my dear ones,
should anything ever happen when i'm there,
like say the terrorists decide to tear down the petronas twin towers (the mandarin oriental hotel is right beside the t.towers)..
please know that i lived my life.
AHAHAH.
holy krappucino.

randomosity.
prisss dont indulge yourself in my cup.

tune: RADIOHEAD - CREEP
*sighh.
i'm such a loser larh. my friends are using me.
*tear.
sometimes i think im just too nice larh.
but whutt lar?
she's a friend!

haiz lars. u know i feel like a loser when i start using singlish lars.
fuck lars.


i have to say.
friends like my partner in crime pamela are very rare.
they only come once every decade.
HAHAHA.
how quaint.

markos has warned me about monday's cognitives with it being gravitised my math.
shall i do the taffy?
which means skip.
HAHAAH.
maybe maybe.

i cant wait.
to fly off on friday.
or i cant wait for thursday for the fact,
gonna do a taffy with markos.
*GRIN.

tune: SUM 41 - SOME SAY
i have VB tomoro.
i have 2 lessons to go thru before my getaway to KL come feb 04.
sighh.
i am fucking hopeless in VB, its just depressing. i can slide down to extreme depression every coming lesson.
and its quite obvious; my sister has been complaining about my moodiness after school. she says i looks like sourgrapes and my clothes are starting to get crap.
but really.
you cant believe the amount of dread i have to face when i'm going thru VB lessons.
ive come to the point where i really cant, and i mean really dont, give a shit about my grades.
and during the lessons, when she starts asking questions, i wish i was invisible or that i wasnt in class.
i wish i could become smaller, small the size of an ant.
the lesson makes me feel horrendously overwhelimingly sinfully and curelessly dumb and stupid.

and everytime i get this bull, i ask myself, why am i not in nafa?

even tho my sis seems to think its ok if i cant do this stuff.
fuck lar.


anyway, oh ya. dearest pamela, looks like you not only have to find space and time when baihakki and mus are free to go out, coz i also not free for the days coming soon. looks like also have to find out when mrs baros is free. :] i going KL fri-mon.

for whutt?
to shop. :]
now lets figure out what to buy.
besides the outdoor total90s again. *GRIN.

when i return its a one week holiday due to the cheena holidays.

tune: A1 - Tomorrow
i'm in school. and what am i doing about? water coolers and whatnot. okay, its cognitives. so,,thinking process. thinking process
thinking process. RRRRRRAAAAAH.

im having monday bloos. like whutts new? i have everyday bloose.
i have nothning intresting to block about. i dont even remember what i ate just now. OH WAIT. AHAHA how could i forget. haris was in town to meet some modeling director,, and it got canceled last minute. found out about the tiger cup celebration, and he brought along the camera. snap snap snap.
by a few minutes of standing, i got bored. aaaanyway.
speak of football, my partner in crime has reminded me for the umpteenth time not to make her watch footbal anymore. ok la. no need la.

u dont go lar.
haiyoh.
but i can bet my ass,
that she will.
like doh.

like when i said haris will substiture her,, she said NNNNNNOOOOOO. aaaaahahah.
crap.
so many errors in this post.
very unlike me.

today, i cant be bothererrrrrd.

!_!

TUNE: HARIS AND ME "GO LIONS GO"
HAHAHA WE WON THE TIGER CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DANCE* HAHA. woooooooopa. woop whoo0p whoooo0pa!

lol reached the stadium at about 430 and there were like 300 ppl infront of us. but clever me and pam decide to walk around and we asked the officials if it was the only opening for the fans to enter. and nope! bahaha.
he showed us another opening where NO FANS were queing at.
we went there. BEHEHEEH.
at one point some bugger were informing the officals at the point we just transferred to, that we cant enter from here. i wasnt gonna let that fucker let his way munn. we still got in thru that opening and we raaaan into the stadium, and sat right at the front. ;]
hahah fun day. haris' first football match and he was sitting right beside me and we danced and we jumped and we stamped our feet all night. bahaha. fucking fun.

OH. and the best feeling was seeing those 3 fucktarts way behind us in queue. AHAHHAAH.

pamela, haris has volunteered to be your substitute for football matches!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
i cant wait for the new season, which mushadad said will kick off mid feb.
NYEHEH.

TUNE: A1 - ISNT IT CHEAP?
i cant wait for the kallang game come sunday the 16th.
=)
my stress is piling up.
sleague is starting.
thank goodness.

TUNE: GREEN DAY - BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS
here i am; seconda day of school.
and i have no idea whutts goin on. like really.
for the first time for enterprise lessons, i know like *holds up to index finger and thumb to a distance of 2cm* that much.
i feel miserable and useless.
and tomoro will be the same becoz its VB.
i have like 8 weeks to go.
before the second year.

i dont think i have anything to comment about the match against myanmar at kallang. everyone knows whutt happened. and i still think myanmmar are a fucking whoreship lot.

rafa's occasion this saturday i think.
or sunday.
whutt diffrence does it make anyway its still the weekend and weekends mean nuts to me when school is opened.

mhm.
urrr yerp; thats about all the updates.

TUNE: KELLY CLARKSON - GONE
its official. i really hate myanmar.
from footballers to friends, i actually see the same traits.
LOL.
*defensive*

my hopes, my prayers that a newpaper editor would at least find a voice deep within him to stick a needle at MediaCorp's eyes via his articles, were finally answered.
and not suprisingly, thru the words of the one and only writer i have respect for; ernest luis.
even tho i have to say he's completely wrong about liverpool's tactical commenting sometimes.
but he comes up tops. rather than maniac whatsthename, that dumbnass editor and that tohari, and shebby. full of bollocks.

anyway, ernest finally had the balls to sound mediacorp about them not telecasting the semis on channel 5. and yes i reiterate, for crying out loud, its your national team you dumbfucks.

okay so no one expected a truck of goals, no one i know except for myself.
i mean, its expected lah halo,, you write the crap so much about that this is gonna be some low-scoring game and whuttnot of course its gonna be the opposite.
and my dear frens who bet and have been oh-so-loyal to me, won money again.
tssk.
me, the great mrs Baros.
okay, enuff narcissism.

FT. 4-3.
i thought bennett's goal was brilliant tho it didnt land into the land right straight; but still it was brilliant. i dont know, he's my favorite player..whutt dyou think?
key players hasrin and sharil did well. they actually managed to pull the strings with itimi actually for the first time having an impact in the game, after being dormant for the past..possibly 6 months.
which of course questions the nominations of him being MOTM during past international matches at Jalan Besar stadium.

baihakki got strecthered so that means if he's kept out, noh raman will come in. thats death. that like substituting a bloody scary defender for a completely incomprehensibly useless one. thats like,, a lobang the size of an asteroid in the defence.
and after so much credit given to our defence, i thought that this game, the defence would suck. and how true it was. 2 silly goals. fucking silly one especially the error by noh raman. wtf is he doing,, you dont let the opponent run behind you and hope for an offside trap because you're OBVIOUSLY PLAYING HIM!
fucking dumb guy.

but its an okay win.
lets just hope good ole bai recovers in the flashiest of the flashiest. and an indra comeback.

okay that aside, jeez whutt the fuck am i listening to?
markos dahling, no offense but i dled the whole kelly album and i think it sucks.
she still has pitching problems!
but she has brilliant lyrics yerp.
*runs away from markos*

TUNE: TAUFIK - SUPERSTITION
i am still down with a bugger of a flu.
throat's still sore and when i wake up i feel like i have an asshole for a face.
literally, please.

sent up RSR to the airport today,, roel's grandma just passed away so they're going over for the funeral.
they come back on the 4th.

and oh wow. school starts next week.
but not before i watch MTF
but not before i meet my partner-in-crime
but not before the semis *grins madly*

ahha WEEEEEEEE.


and oh oh. the possibility of transporting morientes and aimar to liverpool is like very high.
i was grinning when i read the news at soccernet. WOOOPAAA.
this is really turning into a;
spanish revolution.

*bounce.

aimar is one bloody intelligent playmaker, and combine him with the deadly-in-the-air striker morientes partnering my husband milan baros....i shall die peacefully.

TUNE: GREEN DAY - WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
my teeth feels as if they're gonna fall off any second.
my eyes weigh like a fat american.
my heart aches.

if its not obvious yet, yes im sick.
fuck.
how the hell did i get flu anyway!?

hazrul is hoping id turn up for his football training tomoro. i would try of course,, if this bugger of a flu fades to death.
GAAWWDDD!
im quite sure its becoz i havent been drinking much ribena. i drink it every morning in school, btw. my daily dosage of vitamin c.
anyway. theres some footballer's wedding tmr i have to go. FUCK LAH. knn.
lucky me, i dont need to don some traditional suit.
people, watch me strut in jeans.
obvly, mom compromised with me ;]
and after that,, to my aunt's new place. some landed property ive no idea wheere.
ack.
im sleepy.
no actually im not.

fuck.
i miss football.

TUNE: KELLY CLARKSON - MISS INDEPENDENT
i have my posh dining tomoro night.
yeeey. about time.
i havent been able to do that since the break of the fasting month. i just said yes to mom even before she told me the name of the hotel.
hell i dont care, ive prolly been there.

anyway. she was nagging to my back about wearing something traditional; bleh. knowing me, id just slip on a pair of formal pants and a some traditional top. and knowing her, she'd prolly be smiling and saying "thats what i wanted you to wear!"
LOL.
my dear mom.
who always wants credit even where credit is not due.
my mom's a leo. whuttado?
man.
i am surrounded by leos. could there not be more capricorns? capricorn guys are so...my type. HAHAH. ah fuck lars,, whutt do i care..

and look, some leo just messaged me! how cute.
-_-"
HAAHHA.

well well well.
i miss my partner-in-crime, pamela. i miss our royal bitchings and football dissing. *reminded of bai saying "dont compare us with the english.."* HAHA.
sighh.

rafael's occasion on the 1st of jan. first of jan HAHA arent i lucky,, think semifinals. if twas on the next day ill be crying for help because im supposed to be at the stadium. ahhah.
if that kinda day happens, my loyalty to the sg football team and my sister will be brought to question.
lol.

sighh.

TUNE: U2 - WITH OR WITHOUT YOU
a harmless day out in hopes to sink our teeth into the food of Popeye's at the airport turned out to be quite and image-shattering event.

i realised i saw alot of bouncing boobies aka minahs at the airport; highly unusual for a thursday. i mean like, heloooo its thursday!
and then i started seeing familiar faces. i asked haris and all if anyone of them looked any bit familiar in case they were from RP or whuttnot,, but nee.
and then i finally remembered. some YL bouncing booby.
so okay, i was happy i finally can place her somewhere in my mind,, because i simply loathe the feeling when i know that i have a history with that something and i cant remember which chapter. if you get whutt i mean anyways.

so we were heading back home,, of to T1 on board the skytrain when i saw yet another familiar minah.
yerp. some YL bouncing booby as well!
i didnt give a rats ass about them until we alighted at T1 itself and I saw this shitloaded crew of people with the YL shirts on.
and muyzz figured it out; its the SG team,, back from Vietnam.
*commits suicide*

i saw alot of familiar faces from ones that didnt want to leave my face to those that i dont want to be seen around with.
but anyway, since i was just there i called up baihakki and met him just a bit. and mus. lol.

bleh.
tho i really wish i wasnt at the airport.
my chic image is tainted.

and that hmm bitch wont take her eyes off me.
!@#$%^&*(. GET A LIFE LARH.

tune: BILLY MACK - "XMAS IS ALL AROUND"
well i know ive neglected this beautiful beautiful dungeon of my sunken addictions and outright brilliantness, but i'm here to say;
WE IN THE SEMIS BABY!

and the funny thing is that, my most sought-after chum baihakki scored. *insert shocked face*
bahha.
i know im being mean, but its true.

and let me state other true facts that needs to be made known unless it gets lost in time.
bai's happy he scored. (tho honestly it IS a stupid goal, but a goal nonetheless :) and yes i know the goal means so much to him and the team.
and oh guess whutttt. i dig hasrin jailani.
he has the brains of amri and shahril combined. he just needs time and such good management. he'll be f-i-n-e.

haha i'm so glad SG is in the semis.
target reached. mission accomplished.
and now, we're just waiting to know whutt the next mission is =)

tune: NICKELBACK - FEELIN WAY TOO DAMN GOOD
i finally had my much-craved after dosage of live football over the last two weeks.
singapore vs myanmmar last week
high tempo match actually, which we won, thank goodness.
we havent won in a trillion years and a half.
for thr first half, for the first time, we sat on the leftest side of the stadium, packed like sardine fishes in a mosh pit.
i never really had a grudge amongst myanmar people but; after that dreadful experienceof watching them wiggling butts in my face, shouting like some antelope and utter rowdyness ive never been surrounded before, i have come to my conclusion.
where is farizal?
SG misses his services on pitch i can promise you that.

singapore vs HK
undeserved loss. or should it be the other way round? we had our chances, but its just one of those days.
having mentioned that, that one of those days thing seem to be like everyday to me hahah.

nonetheless. i'm looking forward to next season.
we have our new friend mushadad to watch *eye, and oh, baihakki called and talked about how lethargic he was.
note the word in bold.
this other friend is unclassifyable.
right partner?
*grin.
anyway.

my hols start in 3 days.
and today i took an off, HAHAH.
gonna go raya-ing with my republikan retards.

over the few days, ive found out more about friendship than i ever knew.
so much could happen that we often turn a blind eye when we embrace them in our circle of friends.
i have to say im utterly disappointed.
all the facades of her; broken in a hopeless wish.

*cheers shrldn. you still have the world.
*hugggs.

tune: CROWDED HOUSE - DONT DREAM ITS OVER.
the cruelty of mankind; being human itself.

i cant help but shed tears at the plain wanton violence of humankind.
just off the news today, some malay guy living at woodlands threw a baby from 12-storeys high.
the baby still has that thing attached to the belly thing.
for crying out loud, its just a baby.
for crying out loud, it breathes and it has a life.
for crying out loud, its still free of sins.
for crying out loud, its human.
and that fucking lowlife piece of motherfucking son of the devil happily threw the helpless baby down.
of my god.
he is a human being.
and he did that?

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, EVEN ANIMALS KEEP THEIR CHILDREN!

even devils breed.
so what the fuck do we call him?!

tune: AVRIL LAVIGNE - NOBODY'S HOME
*BELLOWS*
"HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWHHH!"
*prance.

i have holidays in 1.5 weeks. i have football(FINALLY!) this saturday.

i went out with carina after school today,, and baahah, it was such fun! it was gossipping all the way. *revels.
i happen to find out alot more about my class,, things thats been going around or alredi went around. lol funny stuff.
i donno why i decided to not go str8 home after school.
and apparently,, i've gained the reputable label of a i-have-a-boring-life girl.
LOL.
nevermind.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
i want holidays! i want holidays!
and i can finally say goodbye.
=)

tune: AARON NEVILLE - I DONT KNOW MUCH
remember taffy?
the sardonically sarcastic daughter of a gun?
well. after the purported one-month long stint at a no-badmouth place,
i'm here to say
she's back.

i'm back.
and the irc chats are testimony to the aforementioned statement.
wow.
i amazed myself.

tune: AVRIL LAVIGNE - HOW DOES IT FEEL
i just realised summins.
1) i havent cleaned my room in months.
2) i havent changed my desk-ed posters for 3 years.
3) i havent changed my bedsheets.
4) i havent bought any accessories.
5) my mng perfume just went empty.

and its hari raya tomoro.
*stunned.

tune: MICHELLE BRANCH - TUESDAY MORNING
first and foremost, i'd like to wish the noise queen of TA0202A, Sheryldine. (see i even took the hard-done effort to spell it out :)
happy birthday.
legality struck you at twelve today,
tonight all the bad things for you i wish away,
and even though the times we shared may be limited,
those memories i pray you keep,
and these words may not even rhyme,
but one thing i hope,
may our royal bitchings,
never get lost in time.


bahahha. my lame effort at happy poetry. just for the beloved shrldn. *muah*

okay, ive paid my dues.
i have 5/2 bbq today! half the class are gonna be there, thats gonna be good i guess.

Aidilfitri in about 2 days. i think.
oh boy.
ive modeled my suit bahahah, i look like a goddamm royal queen with a sillified grin.
but i always exude regality. *preen*

rafael is gonna be here on sunday methinks. yeyyy i can snap fotos *gets excited*
roel will be out celebrating his birthday with sister; some dinner.
im guessing itll be swissotel again.
its okay larh, tho ill always prefer top of the M at mandarin.
i miss my posh dinners, since its the fasting month.
they'll be back soon *grin.
but its funny how it can cost 500 for a person when all you eat is nothing filling at all.
thats the fun. =D
thats whutt i loooove.
baahahah.
yum.

my sister's been goin out,, good to know! and she could drive now. yey yey.

okay, my spirits are lifted.
bahaha.
happy hari raya!
soon anyway.

tune: 3 OF A KIND - BABYCAKES
and how much do i love a1?
as much as finding an a1 cd, playing it on my discman and finding out the battery suddenly runs on empty when the song reaches the chorus which is the nicest part of the song, and i bolted out of bed, and ran down to 7-11 and come back up, load the batteries and listen to the same song for 3 hours.

that much.
*a1LuvSmE

tune: SUM 41 - WE'RE ALL TO BLAME
MAN! its been eons since i left the slightest hint of a fart in this very loft. hurhur. =P

well. alot happened, and alot had passed, bulk of which is not worth mentioning.
i feel like a load of the world's been lifted off my shoulders.
and apart from my current poor physical condition, my match fitness is close to zero.

anyhow.
went shopping today. feels so good to slip myself into non-school clothes once again, haha.
i was wanting to wear my boots, but i reckon id be wayworn before even half the day passing. -- and i made the right choice.
bahaha. looks like i cant stand for hours that well no more. bleh.
gone are the 5-7 hour waits for a1, on my feet all those time. and when i look back now, it wasnt the least bit arduous. not torturing either.
bahaha.
and how long has it been since i last went chasing? 2001.
thats a fat 3 year gap to current.
and the experiment i had today proved everything.
lol.
bleeehhh.

anyhow. that morgan bag is nowhere in sight. *WAILS.
i love morgan i love morgan. whyy ohh whyy. nevermindddd. pfft.
and have i said i simply dig FWomen? they sell my kinda school clothes. absolutely adorable.
im glad they opened their stores here. its much wallet-slimming than my monthly MNG trips.
which brings me to wonder why;
i never shop for clothes to wear to school.
i should start doing that.
the ratio of my non-school clothes to school clothes is like 10 : 1.
okay clearly, ive had enuff with math. ORDEAL.
dont ask!

i'm lethargic. and i cant wait for school!
and WOW. HRP in less than sevunn days. ohh mii lorrdes!
*cringe.

and this happened one day:
mom: *points to some Guess bag* nice ah take!
me: you look proply lar, looks so friggin minah.
how unsuprisingly, the promoters were minahs and they looked to me, drowning me in their sight, taking in my total 90s, my capri pants and my baros shirt and looked to be rather hugely taken aback. like i care. LOL.

my mom's been a foul rantermachine since the morning. she cannot believe i cant find a single handbag i like after going into something close to 12 shops.
she thinks im a retard, because the only ones that caught my attention were products of guy laroche, j fontaine and you-kno-what.
what can i say larh! i have expensive taste.
and i only said they were nice, i didnt want any of them.

i want morgan. cheapi cheap morgan caaannn!
LOL.

i miss shopping with my sister.
i miss strutting in boots around town.
i miss my friends.

i miss..sigh.
i miss watching football at Jalan Besar.
LOL.

tune: SWITCHFOOT - SOMETHING MORE.
i hate novembers.
im constantly reminded of the ordeal i had to go thru in novembers. sweet sad novembers.
anyhow. liverpool had a game last night but amazingly, i didnt feel like football. i guess obviously one of the reasons is that i wanted to be online. i havent been online much these nights. but i will oh i will. after half of november is gone.
dont ask me about it, please.
after many of my chatters logged off, i felt bored and wanted to watch the SH. BUT! i backtracked my plans. cockroach larh what else. couldnt even eat maggie. anyway. during HT it was 2-1.
i havent been waking up to eat in the dawn this fasting month. i get really bad digestive problems that im sick and tired of getting rudely awaken by the orchestra in my stomach every morning at 0700.- that had also caused me missing school.
its fucking terrible really,, ive given up experimenting with what and what not to eat at dawn bcoz it just keeps clearing my bowel system. lol.
back to footballing matters, liverpool drew 2-2 bcoz my husband Mr Baros pulled one back for me. okay i was contented, BUT! never more contented when i read:
"cisse out for a whole month due to broken leg"
bahhahah. honestly. i was reveling with confettis and whistles! id let your imagination run willd! *grin.

okay why am i so darn happy yes?
well becoz cisse hasnt adapted to the english football-flow and its getting to the point where it irritates me. and also muchly due to the fact that now, baros will be featuring in every games. and we'll be winning! Yeyyy!!
hahaha. i'm so happy *shakesass.

i remember i had a few things to bitch about but when it comes to the point of blogging itself, i suffer from shortermemory.
sigh.
i cant wait for holidays. that will be in 4 weeks time.
i cant wait for more fun midnight chats.
i cant wait for my 5/2 class bbq. i cant wait for november to be over.
but i dread the stop of the fasting month.
i dread hari raya.

tune: MIDNIGHT MELANCHOLY
i feel like kicking myself in the face.
the plan was to catch forty winks and i end up taking a whole string of hours.
as many times as i reminded ainee to sms me when she doesnt see me online, which she did btw, i got online like 30 mins ago. like at 2 bloody AM.
i had flu. bah. i have such useless nose, it only serves as an inhaling-exhaling toolkit. nothing more nothing less.
goddd. so many things couldve been done if i hadnt slept. fucking waste of time.
anyway, its thursday morning. the stress of the week ends after tuesday; i have like vb and science which im excusably totally gifted in. *snort.
after tuesday, i get to kick back and relax.
after which i get to vent my anger, i get to chat more online i sincerely hope.
i have strings to mend, paper pieces to pick up and puzzle back. i hope i am eminently due for some enjoyment. *prays.
its been a pretty weak two weeks. my health is like only 60% fit. damn bai.
*eye*

tune: JON SECADA - IF YOU GO
i realise i havent been living life. i mean, not literally living life, but you know what i mean.
here are few reasons why:

1) 2 MNG catalogues have been mailed to me and i havent even once took time to snoop around the stores
2) I havent any idea how impressive Forever21 is; but i reckon it wont be nearly as nice as what is sold in the states becoz, hey, just becoz.
3) I've been pretty busy with the new nephew.
4) When I was going to and fro Mount E., it didnt even cross my mind to check out the stores I passed.
5) I havent been reading. Leisurely.
6) I havent met up with friends outside RP for eons.

bottom line, i just dont have time.
i have tests up real soon and I havent done shit seriously.

i wish i could borrow luuk's brains for awhile. he got online just now and told me he got the highest grade amongst all students. pfft.
needless to say ive missed his slengerness becoz ive not been online at night very much lately.
see, i dont even have time to stay awake.

which brings me to my hypothesis.
some people are just plain lucky. to have whatever it is they have.
but still we think we were meant to live for so much more.
such is the attitude of homosapiens alike.
and i'm no different.
just that,
i havent been lucky.

not unless u count the countless concert tickets ive won.
*laughs*

tune: ATARIS - THE SADDEST SONG
okay. pinurple is dead. ive moved. muchly due to the fact that so many people had access to my blog, which was supposed to be privatised and specially for my eyes to see only. from pacman markos(*spanks*) to the trillion bouncing boobies who were asking if i knew baihakki, and its got to the point where its quite irritating; the picture of uglyfied minahs drinking pieces of my life - that, i would sever off my side without question.
but then again. its a virtual world, and no doubt this new one would be registered in the site search results anytime soon.

anyhow.
i'm fine really.
and rafa is getting more and more adorable each day. maria and marcel are over here to see their grandson.
im bored.
i fear my days are numbered. before i slumber into total rejection yet again.