bones sinking like stones.

if you ever intend to catch a soccer match on the tele, look out for the corner kicks. esp when the visiting team is taking it. the scene in the stands never fail to make me laugh. you can see all the fans pointing the middle finger or showing the wanking gesture (that's where i got it from).


sg's PostSecret.

i cant remember when was the last time i got home before 12am since the hols started. i didn't even return the very 1st night when it started. bastard. anyway, i plan to wake up early tmr, leave for some book shop, read up a little bit on thailand. call up some hostel shit, narrow down our sub-destination and hopefully, find the best place to change currency. i hate it that the exchange rate is growing more expensive by the week.

xe.com's rate tonight is 24.28baht for a dollar sing. just 3 nights ago, it was 24.5. just a month ago, either i hit jackpot or the money changer was on pot. the rate over at arab street was 25.00 flat. freaking impossible. maybe he knew i was just asking for the rate and inflated it so i'd come back.
i will come back.

its nearly two, i can't remember the last time i slept before 2.

what i plan to do tmr.

1. wake up at 9.
   
2. leave by ten for library/kino/borders
3. meet soong and steph and paul and ashley at 1.30
4. burn fingers and draw facial hair on self
5. rob bank.
   

what i really will be doing tmr.

1. wake up at 2
2. rush down and take a cab to clarke quay at 2.10
3. look for the salsa-ing place
4. join the gang when the workshop is over.
5. somehow, reach home after 2.
   

argh. i just remembered i've not given aileen my schedule for next week. i'm telling almost everyone (including you.) that im busy with something on tuesday and wednesday.

honestly, i only said that so that i have free time on my own. stay home and accompany my mum maybe. we all should be doing that you know. but i'll be going for sales and chalets and probably pack what meagre cotton-based items into the backpack. oh fuck. where's the backpack?

i really should apologise shouldnt i? sometimes, my mouth goes faster than what little i have for a brain. that is why, i conclude, i tend to combine two completely different words while talking. and because of my mantra that we should all live in the moment and not worry about our future, i say things without truly thinking of the immediate repercussions.

like...

me: fuck you

you: go fug yourself.

i live a lie. ok, im lying there. but what i mean to say is that, since i'm on the topic, when i say curt and hurtful words and put them across as jokes or just weird remarks, i mean them.

well, i can't put up songs online since graffiti is suspending all video/music downloads. so many songs running through my list now.

anyway, before i leave.

fuck you.
for all the times i felt like saying it but felt it was better if i suppressed myself and let everyone laugh. =)

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