Friday, August 26, 2005

plateau.

Even eating all the yummy food in the world is starting to lose its lustre and appeal. Nevertheless, I still shove food into my mouth, gaining temporary relief from mindless routine. This is the main reason, apart from my incorrigible lack of exercise, why I'm getting increasingly round.

And I wonder, in more ways than one, why I keep hurling myself into the jaws of delusion and destruction.

I posted this last year on the 7th of Sept:

Waiting interminably for naught, yet like a fool, I sit there limply and dream, of an idyllic paradise of my own devising, of hazy visions that only I can see.

And I feel this inexplicable sense of loss and nostalgia for the person that I was, for Harsh Realities of Life had since then taught me otherwise, and I don't think I'll ever be the same again. Which is not a bad thing. And yet, I'm not sure if I had truly learned and assimilated these lessons.

Sometimes, we can all do with a healthy dose of revision and remedial classes.

I'm going to venture into the inky depths of Little India in a few hours, it'd be my first time there this summer, how exciting! The last time I went to Little India was a few years back, when my dad insisted on giving me a tour on the red-light districts in Singapore. So he drove me through the shady alleys of Geylang Lorong xx, crawling at a speed of 20-30km/h as he casually pointed out the pink neon lights and the occasional whore on the street. I was in MGS then, young enough to be awestruck but old enough to try and mask my gauche naviety with a nonchalant face.

My dad would have showed me Changi Village too, if not for my mother scolding him in the front seat "How can you bring Lynne here? You want to die ah?" and he coolly replied "It's part of her education, she's old enough already". My dad's cool, I love my dad. He then drove to Desker Road since it's on the way home (I think that's the name) and I remember seeing so many men milling around at the back alleys. But I didn't see any women, strangely enough. Hmmmm.

I think I'll wait for my dad to come back (he's away on business) and ask him to bring me around Changi Village. After having 'seen it all' at Orchard Towers on Tues, I believe I can handle anything!

Just so you understand, I'm going there just to see, okay? No hanky-panky business. I don't do trannies, simply because they have nicer legs than I have.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

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lynne the SO-NOT tranny!!!
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home sweet home.
feeling peaky.
I'm a graduate!
london, here i come!
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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.