enamoured

things are rosy. things are so peach blossomy and rosy, i'm getting allergies from the madly amorous pollen grains. i feel empowered. i feel great! *stretches out like a limousine*

as kornehwoman-cum-konica has rightly pointed out, love is blind. love makes one do strange, crazy and inexplicable things. like taking 30minutes of one's life to create an sms apple (which ends up looking more like a mandarin orange cum papaya hybrid if you ask me) :) and so forth. love makes one generous, like you're naturally endowed with castles filled to the brim with largesse and you just can't wait to toss handfuls of it out to all the people in the streets whilst singing "Top Of The World" at the top of your lungs. love makes one brave. Fanatically brave if you ask me. I've never been so courageous for the wrong reason all my 18 years of life. :D love is wonderful. it makes the most mundane things glow in beauty. it makes one envision the best in the counterpart regardless of how mortally flawed the person may be.

Going by this argument, love is a hell of a potent drink. haha! consume only if above 18 years of age. love makes you drunk, makes you giddy with happiness and warmth. makes you drop down a slippery crevasse without realising anything wrong besides the sickeningly slow notion that your shoelaces may be coming loose. :) like it matters when you're well on your way to being the next entree of Mssrs Anaconda and Rattle.

yes, i am bound to let slip this, but i shall officially whisper that i have fallen ill with a very very severe and lethal case of peachblossomitis. someone had better club me repeatedly over the head before it does permanent damage to my brain. :) and yes, i am bound to talk about this, because i am irrevocably in big trouble for dabbling in such forbidden magic at such trying times. people who do this, in past records, tend to die painfully tortured deaths at a level exams and subsequently at the exam results collection day.

i wish i were immune to affection for people other than my family, and protected from the deep desire for affection.

i shall be stoic in the face of such daunting and adverse conditions, and let my love and admiration and whatever it is to bloom, to blossom at its own pace. i shall not hasten its maturity, to deny it the bittersweet taste of the growing process, cos that only expedites its eventual death.

i wonder how huiting is. i've been worried sick about the poor girl for the whole of today, and pestering jess to no end by asking her repeatedly if she thought ht was alright. as if she were a medium capable of ESP and transisland telephonic view. :) i also subjected thum to the same interrogation. basically cos her symptoms are quite distinctively similar to that of dengue, and we all know dengue incidence is rising like nobody's business recently. i don't want history to repeat itself, so the poor girl had better go to the doctor's and the doctor had better do a blood test. yup. but being a non-certified physician, i'm incapable of doing anything but wring my hands in alarm like the proverbial Chicken Little. :) please get well soon and rejoin our ranks of stoically mugging soldiers, ht. :) we miss you! and do rescind my anxiety and tell me you're alright so i can be spared the terrible fate of advanced Parkinson's at age 18. :)

Ah. the summons from HPB came today, so i shall safely cancel my clinic B appointment and then asking for a rewired route to it again via the subsidised HPB referral. hoho! genius, genius. *strokes non-existent beard*

crushing chest pain recurred today in bio pract. i reckon i'm being too stressed and hard-pressed for satisfactory answers that fit the preconceived mould perfectly to sustain my health in bio classes. was contemplating going home, then realised there was harmoc prac later after school, so took emergency medicine and grinned my way through. Surprisingly (or not), 2 hrs after the accursed stressful lesson i regained my health. hence the conclusion. :)

moch is launched! hurray for the 32nd SC. they're so creative and energetic and efficient, i'm impressed. so impressed in fact that my jaw was half-unhinged throughout the SC session today. i suppose the same could be said for my tymphanum, which is currently still recuperating from the uber-loud PA system. i am very inclined to bury them with my poems once the floodgates are opened. :) watch out, man!

the lazy concrete
stretches
and claws
halfheartedly
upwards

spiralling languidly
beyond sight
but the mind
resists
knowing full well it continues
upwards
tirelessly

and so do we.
but conform? no
never
i'd take off
at the slightest fancy
leaving my
half-imprinted
signature prints
smouldering
in wisps
at every base step
taken.

ok. this is pure concentrated NANA crap at 11.31pm at night, about hwachong's school stairs leading up to the staff room. so very very interesting, don't you think?

i welcome interrogation about my peachblossoms. :) ll... i see an evil glint in your eye!