I'm supposed to be doing my essay now cus it's due tmr but I am distracted by everything else. And it really kind of suck when I myself aint convinced by my own argument.

sigh, I just cant stand looking at my own writing any longer.

There's a tutorial to prepare for. I think I'm just going to smoke my way though. I hope I can.

And this is random. Today I learn in lecture that shopping is one of the most important social activity in this day and age. Like we don't know that already but it feels good when an academic tells you that. =)))

omg. hearts popagandhi for this:

icecreammap

Why is sg gardens undergoing renovation? haato!!!

Hello, I've been wanting to say this for a very long time.

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve doesnt mean I don't feel. You know.

Everybody's Favourite Cupboard

The cousins were here earlier in the week and my dad was just saying how didi used to open the door of the cupboard in the living room , the big ass one, when he comes to visit. It's the one on the right, below the drawers that my mum keep her stuff and we keep the tissue packs. And the reason why he likes that drawer is because that was where all the toys were kept. didi was like, oh yar hor! when the other cousin, now 26 added that he used to do that too. I immediately went @_@ He was saying how he and my brother would open that cupboard after PAP (kindergarten) and they will play with models and figures of I dont know what. My brother said some of them were still in the cupboard. Suddenly everybody got very happy and excited talking abt that cupboard. Though nobody went to open that cupboard after , it still feels so nostalgic. That everybody seems to have a piece of history in this house.

The cupboard goes a long way. I opened that very cupboard by myself when I was young. I rmb playing masak masak with my brother's model parts. Haha.

On a sidenote, mum ask me to clean up my room by tonight cus she will be expecting visitors tmr. Like how???

A fuzzy thing

Last night, I had a dream about you and me. In the dream, we were travelling just like how we always wanted to. Everything was so foreign. The people around us were speaking in a language that I didnt understand, that you barely understand. We stood there like idiots while you tried to converse in your barely fluent language. We sat by the river and laughed. It was a sunny but cool day.

It was you, the one who shared my taste for whimsical stuff. And the one who didnt mind lazing around doing nothing at all.

HAHA. I woke up (have to wake up) before I could see your face.

Damn project meetings.

an upgrade

I found new meanings to security, responsibility, and love. I don’t really like the look of responsibility there. It seems so concrete between the others. All of a sudden, it seems that everything doesn’t really matter anymore and all that do matter have been there all along.

It’s like you’re no longer there and it amazes me that somehow, I don’t really care.

I’m old.

webmail and school

NUS webmail doesnt allow me to get started on school work. I really wanted to you know. But since I can't even access my own school email for dont know wht crap reason, I shan't find out and I shan't start.

See, even technology's on my side.