[emo trip: cool, keeping it on cue. i hear them whispering their secret songs.]
early morning rise and shine. took the car out to play, filled in white cards, off we go. crispy pratas with sardines i might add, are delicious, go yum. now count the notes, double check. on cue, the action starts. waiting sucks but sun is a great gorgeous star. glows.
the colours, i wished i had a camera with me. loved the old buildings and fallen bikes, quirky mispelt signs and off all things, a statue in the middle of the road. portholes are killers.
im banned from shopping (motion passed by dear mum), because ive bought too much already. over the budget they spent in batam- more than 10 tops, 5 shoes, a gazillion crackers, 2 bags, and memories of a good shopping trip all at the expense of 300$ singapore. but that's that.
main purposes achieved; got meself bleached jeans, levi's. my first. the only levi's i like. for like 39$S. though rejected, it still looks perfectly fine to me. im not choosy. that's over and done with though food sucks, whatever it is i ate. yuck yuck. i want my sushi.
gola shoes look good.
say s-e-n-t-o-s-a. now say let's go today. oh. dont worry, we're already on our maiden voyage. scorched will we be? hope not for i cannot stand it.
durga devi's back in singapure oh singapura. only for 2 weeks please make it longer. psychotic dad locked her up in a high tower with key thrown away. oh wouldnt you let down your hair and run away, rapunzel. with us with us, down strawberry fields and into the planetarium. if only he'll disappear. but please, please be happy.
i forgot. whatever it is i published in dear brain is lost. no backup drive. staring at the sky through the car window makes me feel like a dog sticking its head out the window, minus the fur, the long ears, and most definitely the tongue, euw.
one giant step and into the deep waters i go.
'we've been talking like we've known each other for a long time huh?'
yes, n why not? three weeks is quite long innit. yey ive always wanted some sort of friend (no offense) to talk about these kind of things. say hellooo now goodbye and see you tomorrow.
like the kindergarten kids that we are. were, oops.
unfair the world is but nothing left for us to do but live.
waiting for the month's end for much awaited moolah.
then soon keys will be mine.
golf is one sport i would never take up. swinging's just not my thing. dribbling and passing football around with dear dad in jb's giant, knocking down stuffs and then trying to get away from getting reprimanded is fun. hypermarts make me hyper and smart.
sometimes i just want to run run run away so much, it somehow doesnt matter where i go even if it's the land across.
damn i think im beginning to menstruate.