*disclaimer.
1) it's not in chronological order
. 2) don't read if u didn't spend any part of the day with me. it'll bore u to death. cept d 1st 2.
3) don't assume tt im talking abt you, unless i state ur name. nooo hinting in my blog.
4) fishermen village has bad dinner. the ambience doesn't make up for it at all. thank goodness there was good company. okay. this isn't really a disclaimer, but i felt lk putting this down.*

today...i saw humans who behaved lk monkeys. i doubt i will ever forget how the woman picked at the man's zits. i mean, it's something to be done at home, not in the mrt, with everyone staring at you. maybe they'r havin an affair, so they've no home to return to for zit-picking. u know how monkeys pick each other's lice? yeah..tt's the image tt'll remain etched in my mind. cept that it was really zits, and not lice. and tt one had long hair. and tt it was on d face, and not d back. and tt they were really humans, and not monkeys.

today...i saw a guy with really really ugly hair. hair so ugly, im amazed he actually took time to style it. he might as well go to some makeover show and let them cut his hair n attempt to make him look better. maybe he was hoping for that. well, in any case, he needs more than a makeover to look good. he needs plastic surgery. he also needs to learn to smoke properly, facing the direction d wind is blowing, cox he stank. and since he stinks, he shld learn how to sit properly too. i've never sat tt close to anyone on the mrt before. it's quite scary. he's got ugly hair. he stinks. he can't speak. and he sat too close.

today...i watched "a twist of fate". it's a really good musical. it's a really fresh change from the usual fluffy musicals singapore theatre puts up. and it's a very impressive attempt at adopting such a classic story into local context. but, the only problem was that, the musical ended a bit late. which means, tt i was late in meeting angie n sammi. and this translated into how we were all late in meeting clar, lump, izzy and apple. then we, all 7 of us, had roy waiting for us for errrr...hahaha..i've no idea how long. more than an hour i think. just cos of tt musical! but it was worth it. i'm sorry, roy. but it was a real good musical. hahaha

today...i ran from esplanade to city hall. after i ran to some weird shop to get a box that i dun even see d need for. but i'll turn it into something useful, like how i attempt to make expensive stuff useful. somehow. and that was only after i went to get nice lil toy figures! har har. i got the toy figures before the play. n i lk them. i've half a mind to keep them for my own. they're really cute. and they'r great decoration. hmmm! maybe i really shld keep them. afterall, they'r MY fave cartoon characters. well, at least if the thing's rejected, i can keep it. yay.

today...i found out tt going out in a big group, someone will feel wrong. not sad. but wrong. just not happy. God probably did help to build up my sensitivity. but i guess i need more work. but not to the extent, where i tear every single moment. the moment of unhappiness might just be a result..of nature. it's probably just the politics of human nature. that we'll feel sian after a while of nothing-ness in a group, unless u'r involved in that bout of nothing-ness. and tt sian-ness shows. and not surprisingly, it only goes off aft someone realises it.

today...i realised tt i really am a psychic! there were many many telepathic moments! and the major major telepathic moment was when i realised that i intended to give someone a gift he gave me. which, by the way, wasn't really snail-mailing tau huey, cos even if dhl sent me the tau huey in an hr, i'd be quite disgusted. well, anyhow, the other telepathic party decides tt he doesn't really want to be telepathic with me. soooo, its okay. i shall just continue having my telephone parties (telepathy. telephone parties. telepathy party. get it?) with lump.

oh oh, if sammi and lump look alk, and i look lk lump, what do we arrive at? if u think that it just means that i look lk sammi. u'r wrong. u'r really wrong. it just means that lump has a common face. HAHAHAHAH. but i still love u, lump.