bones sinking like stones.

-the stuff that people think is funny...

i have alot to write, so hang on to your thighs tightly.

Today, the day started horribly.

• got out at 6.30(usually I’d be on time)
• let 3 busses go since I thought there'd be more
• 39 comes. The kids on board are either stupid, or bodoh.
  they don't know how to move to the back of the bus
  I shout in my mind
  I asked a girl to sit but she does not, so I sit to make space for others
  the bus takes forever to move since the monkeys are not moving back for others to board
• Saw hayati again, but didn’t say hi. I could have, if the bus didn’t make me late and rushy. I think she saw me, but I dodged any form of eye contact to save time
• Reach Dover at 9. takes the cab
• does some of IAC after school
• Complete almost 1/2 of my stereo assignment with my other lover (sorry Vern.)

Oh this is too boring, even for me. I end the day at the library. Which I’ve been going to 3 times in 5 days. I know where my books are placed on the shelves and I only need to do a grab and dash when I reach there. I know the security guard. I know the receptionist. Yayy. I hope I get some good reader award or something.

There was an old lady in the library, REFERENCE section mind you, reading up on Origami. (most of the non-serious readers are found in the basements.. retirees hang out on the upper echelons of the building sometimes to read up on bintan or the history of ancient china.) And she was practicing. She was good.
There is the old man, who either has no job, or has no job and spends time reading book, or just loves the free aircon in the library. He just comes and drags his feets, oblivious to the noise he is making. Breathes louder than shauniee. Very very, distracting. I’ve seen him there for 2 days straight already. but the goot dhing is, he is reading diligently, unlike some others ( read on below ).

The library is really usefully good. I like it there. But I don’t like the people in JC who come in throngs and throngs of thongs. They make noise. They don't study. They talk. They only flip through books. They take out some bio shit book. Then they make noise. I like the man who screamed "SHHHHH" to them. But i only don't like those who make noise, there are some who go there to study for their CAs or whatever exams they have. and they are nice people. they write alot.

Speaking of screaming. I’m starting to like travelling at 8am in the morning or 7am in the morning. That’s when you take the bus/train with the most impatient, but most polite group of people. It makes sense really.

First, they wake up late.
This means they’re late for work. So they rush.
But they do know they're rushing. So if they accidentally or "accidentally" hit someone (like me), they actually do apologise. And these people actually value the cushioned seats on the bus. Heck, some even take both seats of the seats.

So travelling with them usually gives me the pleasure of being able to read my Tony parsons in peace. No shouting, no giggling, no talking, no stupid acts like not moving to the back to the bus.

And I thought travelling on the train was a horror.

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the other day, Sunday I think. Kumar called, and like all other phone calls, my Modus Operandi was the same for this one. Try to find the phone before it stops ringing, stick head out of window and try to end the call quickly.

Then, I saw a couple of flies. Quite literally. A couple of flies. Just 2 of them. One couple. They were mating. I am not pulling your other leg, serious. One was on top of the other. It didn’t move while I talked to Kumar for a full minute or so. When I came back with my T610, it flew away. How sad. No photo. But I didn’t know flies mated that way. I thought they laid eggs. Maybe they were just taking a nap together. .

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I don’t know about you guys. But I have a commentator in my head all the time. Even now. As im typing, the guy in my head is like reading every word i'll type. See. It says hello.

So whenever I’ll see anything weird or funny, or just something normal. My head will go

"and he walks up the stairs with thighs touching each other. Is it just his pants or did his thighs actually grew?"

which reminds me, over the past 3 months, i can't seem to fit comfortably in my 518s. It used to be a perfect fit for me. Now it’s just too plain tight. i’ll think it shrunk. But i hope not. Just the other day, on Tuesday actually. It was so tight; i only needed to move my legs to scratch... that area.

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if you were to take the train at City Hall/Raffles Place during the rushy peak hour, you tend to catch yourself cursing. Because the red N-S line is FOREVER FASTER THAN my Greed E-W line. For every 1 train heading for pasir ris, 2 trains bound for marina south will arrive. Which means you can never rest and sit on the benches, or you might enter the train with your butt being pinched by the train door.

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SPH & Co (or the gang of 4 as cheryl called us) did a pitch on theme parks.

Can you see Singapore with a Ghost-themed theme park in 5 years time? pontianak, hantu tetek, 7th month hungry ghost army, Santa claus, flying sotongs and even the midnight-hdb-marble-players society. damn scary can, the ghosts are all colloquial and it's bound to make you think whether that noise from the fridge.. is really the noise from the fridge or was it the marching of the "7th cock roach battalion" across the "table top-refrigerator" border.

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oh, and i just moved my piano into my room!!!!!!!!!! this is a cause for celebration. my mum complained i was making too much noise, and she had the nerveeee to ask why i was moving my piano in. it was a very delicate operation, moving my bed, taking away the guy under my bed out and rearranging everything 2 times.

so my room originally looked like this.

Original "Blueprint"
then i got hungry for more independence and i did this:

new "Blueprint"

Of course, one is never happy. so i tried a new layout since the piano is under the air con unit. and we all know that guy has some issues. :

the "blueprint"s get newer
so now, the bed is under the aircon and piano against the window (to the right). but, the bed is blockin the cupboard's doors. how to take clothes in the morning later?
so im now subjecting the piano to the merciless pee-pee-ing of the air con unit. (i shifted the bed to new "Blueprint" again.)

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now if somebody could tell me, why was there a condom casing in my toilet the other day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARITY.

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