today is significant simply because i wasnt working and i stayed home- i had no mood to go anywhere. plus, i didnt have money too. a rare occasion, me at home, but this (staying home) thing is tiring. i could not stand it at all, and then i left after 7pm to the library. it's much much more better there.
see, the perks of the job is being able to rent movies for free. but a lot of movies rented wil result in my dear sorry ass sitting in front of the tv for more than 5 hours. i felt like throwing away the tv. but it was too damn heavylah.
les choristes is incredibly good by the way. poignant and endearing; i nearly teared. ive always had a thing for films in french. it's crisp (whatever that means). tonight is thriller-thon. im gonna tire these eyes out.
the library was extra fun tonight- there werent many people. and i had fun reading. i am adamant in trying, and this time i want to finish off douglas coupland's collection. his books are always somewhat sad and comedic.
the night was nice so i did the most psychotic thing. i sat at the stairway leading to the lift at my block. actually, i was sitting amongst the usual apeks at the void deck, and then i shifted up (the stench of alcohol bothered me). no special reason, it just felt good to stare into the dark sky.
went back home an hour later. and ate fish and sambal belachan for the 6th time today. 6th! it's like an addiction. and i never really liked fish so much either.
why am i telling you this, you ask?
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time.
love&death are always on my mind.
i kid you Not. go figure.