[emo trip: a bit pissed, contented. visions of playing in the rain.]
satisfaction wasnt achieved these past two days. basketball's already pumped up but it had to rain. spiderman's ready but is disappointed again. bummer.
toapayoh was the destination on a saturday, of all obscure places. thanks to me, we got lost, walked in circles, and then got lost again. haha, i think the only reason we made it to the theatre was because of his very directional sense. after lots of sweating and teasing of course. the eye 10 wasnt scary. not the kind i would actually shiver to. the only thing that gave me the chills was the opening shot, of the woman possessed. ive seen things like that in my dreams. oh and haunted lifts are a bitch to watch.
it was an uncanny bunch, chilling at starbucks. besides the usual (djools, wan, faz [the guy one] and ryan [faz's friend]), yenny and nana (yes from greenridge) were there too. it sounds totally weird coming out of my mouth when i was telling erin about it. she warned me about a certain ex-sec school girl that i should never chill with, Ha Ha. erm, never say never?
a screaming match on the phone on a saturday afternoon. we both dont need it.
wore dresses both on saturday and sunday. saturday and sunday are such experimental days. it's where i try on different things for fun. im running out of things to try though. where the hell is my stuff. postman is running a little late, maybe it's time for a new bicycle.
the polka dot green dress from ebase emphasises my butt, so said wan. we all came to the conclusion that wan has a butt fetish, seeing how he was just looking at dzool's butt before. left them to join my paternal family at downtown east. wasnt close to them so i stayed out of their radar. not close is an understatement, dislike is much more like it. once of my cousins asked me if i was wearing an apron, to which i called him an idiot. he was asking for it.
the big casino debate ends today. a yes i presume, judging from the positive remarks of how traditions, customs and moral values wont change just because of the bloody casino. i mean, come on, this is singaporeans we're talking about. the same people who rush into the mrt as if it's the last one, dash to a seat regardless of what and wouldnt give up their seat to a pregnant lady. who are we trying to kid? most singaporeans are quite ungracious. i hope that the moral values dont disappear, but i think some of it will. i think it's possible for the above mentioned ugly singaporeans to get uglier. i think it's obvious what my stand is on all this, heh, nevermind.
i feel like jackupurcell's today. meeting my boos, doing presumably nothing because that's what we seem to do best. im not satisfied with my retail therapying. heading down to house of japan (!) later. they moved but is still as colourful.
fell asleep smiling + fav pillow = dreamless sleep.
you'd think im still the nice not outspoken nad that you know. i dont think i am anymore. some people has taught me to be more direct and blunt for fear all this niceness will slowly kill me, which is already happening. and no, im not "menurun"-ing as kat will say whenever i get mad. heh, makes me feel as if im not allowed to get mad.
ahhhhhh, nevermind. you think you know but in actuality you dont. you just proved it yourself.