oh yes i wore red on national day. :D to my utmost disappointment, not many people wore red! i guess those who wore would be at marina bay and not at TM? anyway, i’m so happy that i wore red. the colour didnt seem to exist in my wardrode could you believe as i think the colour seems too much fancy. but yayyy, yesterday was a good excuse to wear it! :)

quite a pleasant day i dare say; my sales topped over 900+ hurrah, i had yucky oyster mee sua and apple green bubble tea for lunch, had fun crapping with cat and rini, psst! tell you a secret, i dont like tina. she can go **** herself. i just simply dont like her. fake? auntie-ish? had no sense of style at all! her character just sucks, please re-write. hahahaha! went home cuddling 2books from sans bkshop, and i ate dinner alone with an egg fried by mommy before they left for escape with rice and after that i propped myself up in front of the sofa to watch the NDP. a date with me, my book and NDP. i love the songs ‘digital city’, ‘would you?’ and the song that kit chan sang! :D it had been a while since i had the house to myself, even for a few short hours were wonderful (: me loves it. what can i say? i’m a loner at heart.

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today i was very tempted not to go school. it’s unfair that the uniformed schools get their holiday and we get only one. eeeyer, some fairness please! school dragged by as usual and doom is coming, we can feel it. horror filled our consciousness at the realization that the deadline is very very very near. shucks, helpppp. my addrecord is going bonkers, and no one is waving their fairy wand and helping. i saved a copy of my work but i very much doubt that i would touch it on sunday. no motivation plus i’m hanging by a very thin thread, that might snap any second. hurrays for me huh.

i freaking hate school need i repeat?

work was funny, amusing and okay tonight. i had macs milo ‘cause i was almost starving and mac’s milo is always thick and lovelyyyy, me likes(:! non-stop customers ewww.

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i saw the orange polo man at bus21 again with 2 red bags of flattened cans hurled at his feet. such sadness and frowns on his wrinkled face, and i feel so much for him. thankfully, he was sitting down, so i was happy. and i heard an old woman sitting beside him asking, ‘how much did you earn from those?’ in chinese. and he replied in a tired voice, ‘5 or 6 dollars.’

guilt, is such a earth-shattering emotion.

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i suddenly thought of you, of how much i wanna clasp my arms around your neck, breathing in your soothing scent, running my fingers through those strands of hair mussed up in wax, clay or gel, knowing well you hated it, but you’ll let me do it anyway. i would breathe in deeply like the old times, indulgencing myself in the comfort of your arms, and cherishing that one lovely private moment. how sweet, how safe, how deep i feel for you. and then i jolted myself out, shaking my head silently, thinking why the hell i’m thinking such thoughts, when it’s all over, all over, all done and over with.