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bones sinking like stones.

all of us are done for

to drink

yesterday i met some replica of Lucille from Arrested Development. snotty and ugly. her husband (who was reading some magazine throughout) most probably cant afford to eat at some posh restaurant and brought his wife to his fave lunch haunt where he treats his female colleagues everyweek.

anyway,

snotty, ugly woman: this dory fish, i dont want the butter sauce. (husband points out its batter sauce.) it takes her nearly a whole minute to get over the batter/butter shit.

i want tissue. my skin is touching the chair and it's itching badly. and when i give her the tissues, she strategically drops 2 pieces and places another 2 below her thighs. then like a yoga master, she closes her eyes and breathes out slowly. i refused to look any longer.

throughout the night, the husband did not breathe a single complain but indulged himself in the food and the magazine, yet the monkey refuses to thank me for bringing her food and the many tissues she used to protect her skin, wipe her already dirty face, and wash her hands eventhough theres a washroom.

the crap i face every few days.

.

i lost my audio technica earphones yesterday also. i came home a not-happy man. luckily i had dan brown's da vinci code to read. i say it is a realllllllly good read. i bought it out of scepticism and only because everyone was talking about it(everyone includes the TV and media, only). plus my mum was there, so why not make use of the money?

i've spent just two days covering half the book. which is really fast. i never read that fast. i took a month to finish Allison Pearson's 'I Don't Know How She Does It'.

anyway, i found my earphons today. dropped it at some coffee shop while on the phone with soong last day. hurreh.

met up with the mass communists today again. tmr again. friday again. saturday hopefully not. sunday most probably. next week shall be minimum work, maximum planning. trip is in 3 weeks.

things to do. :

  1. accomodation and transport to ko samet.
  2. check currency rates.
  3. itenerary.


each time i work, i tend to leave my piano collecting dust. which is bad. really bad. i got bored at work and calculated how much has been invested by my dad. up till now its roughly $15,000. in a few years, it'll reach $22,000. with that kind of money, anyone can do alot with it.

alot ah.

i'll ban my kids from taking supplementary classes in the future. CCA is enough. need money to chase girls during weekends. who knows what the average kid's daily allowance is in 20 years. ooh. 20 years seems so short.


KCC. so very tempting to taste. another day, heikal.
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