clearly i am the running man

terrorizing the streets at close to five in the morning carrying a bag full of empty snack wrappers and an unfinished carton of granola

ON THE PROWL i have no idea what i was trying to achieve save for a jilted landing after jumping off the ledge

getting frisky in the bedroom~

beautiful charming etcetra etcetra

reliving glory days of being flamboyant in front of the unrelenting neoprint machine cameras

the other two members of the lonely hearts club on together alone day

so many other thingabobbies that have happened that i would like to chronicle (stupid movie that is by the way) but they fall out of my mind too much too fast nowadays during my free periods in school i rush down to the canteen to get my daily bread the heavenly slice of pandan cake that has been my sustenance the past year or so and rush back up to the staffroom and throw on the hoodie that i daren't wear anywhere else for fear of being chastised for being inappropriately attired and then i try to use facebook surreptitiously without being judged by the other "real" teachers and do breathing exercises so i don't strangle the next irritating imp in class that cuts me off mid-sentence or makes an insipid comment that i can't reply snarkily to