bones sinking like stones.

Yesterday was a very pathetic little day. Well it started great. 10 pieces of nugget for lunch, and a double cheese burger for dinner. (With tap water from NLB's toilet for drinks) at the end of the day, I was $0.05 richer than Paullie. He’s always poorer than me I tell you. We combined our last few dollars on 2 cartons of fruit tree fresh drinks. I never knew they had pear juice.

I’m done with my info essay, after 5 visits to the library. I am proud of myself. during that 5 visits, I’ve made conversation with a girl from la salle doing her BA in something related to consumerism, a guy who could not connect his laptop to the freaking connection, the librarian who helped me find my lost books, the bookkeeper who took forever to find my books which they hid from the night before.

I was thinking to myself. All these years, there were presents that I really would be happy to have. Nothing too extravagant.

1. A key chain
2. A bookmark
3. A pair of shoes
4. A CD player
5. Socks
6. A metronome

Ever since I was 13, I’ve had pretty weird key chains. My maid would punch holes in phone cards (they’re obsolete now) and she’d attach the ring to the card, then my keys would go in the ring.
Then for awhile I just stopped carrying keys.
I’m sure I had some lame key chains in between, but I can’t remember.
Then for the past 2 years, I’ve been using a plastic strip. The kinds they use to tie wires together. Like when you buy a new computer, the wires they provided are folded and tied with a wire. Yea, I’ve been using that ever since I got my computer. It’s really crap, and the wire is slowly degrading to non-existence. For 2 birthdays, I’ve been hoping that someone would notice my lack of a proper key chain and actually get me one. Then again, I remember I bought a couple of key chains from Thailand to give out (which never happened because I’m too lazy to give them away), so I have new key chains now. Thanks!

For the past well, ever since I started reading novels, my bookmarks have either been starbucks coupons, tissue from hotels, something thin I can grab at the hotel, receipts from the day, any piece of paper actually. But I don’t really need a new bookmark. Most of those on sale are long and big, which I don’t really like. I prefer small ones, so I can place them on the last line I read.

Well, I only have 2 pairs of shoes. Which is really pathetic la. I need more. I wish I had as many shoes as I have them Tees.

Ok, so I already have a CD player, but after 2 drops, the controller unit is going berserk.

I like to have many socks. I have many socks actually. But all of them black.

I wish someone would get me a mechanical metronome. That would be a lovely addition to my room. Actually just the weight from the metronome would do good since ms sue already has a spare metronome. Anyone? =)

I wish writing my informative essay was as easy as writing 6 wishes. I took a whole week to write that piece of essay which would determine whether I’ll repeat Writ comm again next sem after scoring 2 out of 15 for my para essay. @(*(*!@&#(*@!($@*@!!!!

I’m done with man and boy, and I so need man and wife. Arghh. I just remember who took my man and wife. But I don’t have his number. Crapload maholey.

So I’ve gone 4 days without a phone. I’m not complaining. I just wish there was a way to read my smses. My T610 has messages from a year ago. But I can’t read it since it’s un-on-able now. I like it that I don’t need to silent my phone the moment I step into NLB or into class. I like it that I won’t be interrupted by a phone call while reading Allison Pearson on the train. I like it that I don’t need to answer calls at home and stick my head out of the window just to get crystal clear reception. I like it that I don’t need to think of a reply for hours, because I do. I like it that I don’t need to check the phone for messages or replies from people I don’t really want to talk to.

But I don’t like it when I have no alarm clock to wake up to. I don’t like it when I need to see what time it is when I’m on the train. I don’t like it when I can’t call my piano teacher when I need her advice on my essay. I don’t like it when I can’t call Noraini to ask her if we’re still meeting up at night.

But I like using other’s phone.
I still have that hubba bubba bubble gum I got from Farah for my birthday this year. I wonder if it has an expiry date. Ok it does, 061205. I just hope its not supposed to be 12th June 2005.

Haha, can you pronounce that quickly? Hubba bubba bubble gum .
Hubabababablegam.

I got 2 mails in the mailbox today. one from UOB. one from synovate. YAY
now i have a visa debit card, and $15 to cash in.
the card looks rad, blue and all.
but that cheque i got from synovate, is rad-er. i did only 1 survey and i got $15. if i did zero surveys, i'd still have gotten $10. which is alot to me since i'm broke now. so if you want to join in and earn real easy money without the need of selling your backside, mail me. it pays you every four months and the surveys don't come often though. but, yea. do join. i get referral points too. and points=$$$$.

Things have not change much since sec 4. People still think I’m with Fizah. But this might happen soon enough; when I turn gay and she goes for a sex op in Thailand. Because, when she goes for her operation in Bangkok, I’ll be there to accompany her and I can go around getting my arse fucked by many men at night and shopping in the day. I can imagine you as a guy somehow.

Hahaha. Funny image.

Ok, one last question before I go.
Anyone?

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