i was getting continuously beaten at link5 by wongsiu�s phone, so this is now wongsiu speaking and yup.. i am typing crap here. just want to say that lamlok has become obsessed with link5 on my phone. she refused to put it down until she won a game which was i am reluctant to say after a good 30 games i would say. well it lasted at least half an hour. or more in fact, let�s make it 45. she has just beaten me to the loo so here i am butting in to her diary entry.. haha i could supposedly write very horrible things while she�s gone and she�ll never know until it�s too late but i shall not be mean and just keep to writing crap and boring all her readers instead of speaking badly of her. have no idea what to say. lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala just thought you might want to know that lamlok is obsessed with anything that involves matt hales aka aqualung not that you don�t know that already. yup. she has just gone to her cello lesson..

hello. that was wongsiu, this is lamlok. god, i feel like some radio DJ. well, i entertained myself this afternoon by reading ben hales� ruth album journal thing and listening to alanis morissette. (i know, i�m a traitor) and playing on wongsiu�s phone. its little electronic brain/chip kicked my pathetic arse. i�m listening to alicia keys now. i�m thinking of listening to destiny�s child next. maybe not.

wongsiu is explaining to me the prison trading system in boarding schools where they trade clothes and food for money. apparently, yvonne has spent all her hotel and travelling money shopping and will now have to take back a skirt and sell some trousers if she wants to stay in a hotel next short leave and come stay with me and go shopping in oxford street after our GCSEs. and she can�t even sell her uniform cos they have to wear it in sixth form. while i will be wearing t-shirts and jeans and trainers in sunny texas. so will my counterparts in london. they�ll just freeze in their t-shirts in cold, wet england.

i�m finding alicia keys depressing. says the aqualung fan. i�m just used to his type of melancholy, no-one else's. there wasn�t even smallville waiting for me in the tape recorder when i came home from suffering not being able to play the cello in my lesson. no bad, second rate, unofficial gay love fix. not even when it�s so badly written, acted, directed, shot, cut.

heh. i am, however, distracting wongsiu from her maths. something about a cone having a height of 5/2. did you know that there�s no divided sign on the keyboard? wongsiu doesn�t get it and her calculator needs to run on solar power cos the batteries have run out and the sun is setting. she can�t take any more. i have succeeded.

<< long entry partly courtesy of wongsiu. >>

th since 5th october 2001