bones sinking like stones.

i can see lethargic-ity in all of our eyes.

im watching some old funny show that is super lame, that i can't help but find it funny. hence, im watching an old show with my dad. and i noticed there's only 5 numbers when the lady told the police officer her house number. now we have 8. in other countries we have more than 10. i wonder how the hell are we supposed to remember them?

i know of people who'd go crazy when they lose their phones. i used to be one of them. then i found the net. you can really find info about anyone. whatever. im not gonna talk about the goodness of the net now.

i saw some travel phamplets in my brother's room. either my mum or my brother has been to the travel fair. which reminds me. i need to ask him where he stayed when he was in thailand. There's a mall called the Gaysorn plaza. real funny. but its good shit there.

nyeargh. i don't know if im tired from all the meet ups or from work. can't be work. there's not much to do most of the times. its a far cry from working in hotels. i dont want to work anymore. i want to study. yggnnnno. ygyes. id rather study than work. but i want the moooney.

i have weird (ugly) nails.

when i was small. say.. k2 or k1. i didn't have any girlfriends. but what i did do was to watch the tv and in the afternoons, RTM1 (malaysia's) would show some drama movie and i always thought TV was some real shit ok. so when someone gets shot or eats too much, i always thought they really died.

but there was this malay dude who keeps playing the cassannova and would always end up in an accident. then i'd suddenly be on the phone telling my mum about the accident.

i mean.. I REMEMBERED HER PHONE NUMBER. can you imagine the stuff small kids are asked to memorise nowadays?

there's a line in the travel phamplet thingy. "20 Guaranteed Departures, subject to availability". so its not really guaranteed ya?

i just realised how simple my brother's room is. just the table/rack/shit-thingy, 2 beds(they threw away the bottom part of the bed) and the cupboard- which is so much nicer than mine, since it was brought over from the old house. just wait till i get my own home. just .. you . wait.

i'll hook up the speakers all over, even in the toilet. and only dim lights will be allowed. not bright white lights. i hate them. they do make you tired you know. its true. i read it somewhere. and its true. i enter my room and suddenly im not sleepy and end up talking online till 2 and watching arrested development till 3-4.

i've finished arrested development season one by the way. after season two, i'll watch las vegas, then csi season 4, then the L word. by then OC season 3 would be halfway through and i'd be in school already. oooh. fun fun.

i miss alot of people. but, i just want to run away from them totally. like.. wishing they never were part of my life. you know. but you just can't put people like fizah and james in a bag and give them to your neighbours; somehow, you know you'd never give your teh tarik away to your bestest best friend.

oh my, i sound like paul.

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