before i go on raving and ranting about the holidayful life so far, i must say something else.

why is it that some people(probably a man/men) are so comfortable wearing Purple tight fitting shirts, with lots of pungent cologne and walking with the nose high in the air with arms swinging like a - baboon maybe. i really wonder why. does it have something to do with an inflated ego or something.. hmm.

that said, i am really not against gay men. if they want to, just let them. big deal.

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these days have passed by very unproductively. i feel guilty even as i am sitting here typing away with some soccer news roaring away on my right. (left)

firstly, i've been going to sleep at 11.30pm sharp every night, drifting to sleep at about 1.30am and finally waking up at 11.30am in the morning. gosh.. whoever sleeps for twelve hours these days...

it's no wonder that i've been having at least 2 dreams each night for 2 consecutive weeks already.

dreams which include:

-old friends sending me snail mail for me to contact them again
- running away from a really creepy village with the help of this bloody unknown guy named frankie
- regrouping of the scrabble 06 team
- talking to fellow tour group members like we've known them for ages
- getting shot in the head but still lives,
- getting hold of 10 books i really really wanna read but woke up as soon as i opened them
- my grandmother coming back to visit me in a yellow suit
- fighting with a gangster, all in final fantasy mode, where i get to level up first before fighting him

plus a whole bunch of others which are just fuzzy and totally unrememberable.

i can only interpret my dreams thus:

1) i miss my old primary school buddies and the good old days.

2) i'm having a hyper imaginative mind and next time, my saviour for whatever reason would probably be a man named frankie(why that name i wonder. i would have thought up of a much better sounding name anytime, anyday.)

3) i miss my ex scrabble team mates and the good old days.

4) i'm hoping my tour group people will be friendly??!

5) i'm probably gonna die by a shot to the head next time. (i wonder who's my murderer. need to start bribing him/her now. im not gonna die before i hit 60)

6) i probably really want to read those books i dreamt up of but my imagination's not as far fetched as being able to concoct up 10 different plots in those books so that was probably why i woke up immediately after opening the books. (hmm. its good enough to dream up of the 10 different book covers already anyway)

7) i really miss my grandmother?/she came to me to pass an important message/she wants to tell me that yellow is my lucky colour? (ambiguous)

8) i'll be a slow and steady fighter next time? (this dream was probably triggered by fightclub, that psycho thriller of a movie)
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oh anyway ren yue and i came up with a plan to take revenge on my sister with all her kimono scaring tricks and she suggested i scare my sister by hiding under the bed.

it took me three whole days before i realised that the bed we are currently sleeping on now has no underneath for quite awhile already.

eeks. there goes the revenge plan. sighs.
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jeez, i wanna watch so many movies!!! and most of them are only airing next january where we'll probably be buzzing around like bees.

will be watching golden compass with bella and company tmr though. one down.

plenty to go.

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oh mans. i wish i had a cat too.

just visited my aunty at pasir ris just now and "sang our hearts out(hmm??)" on her karaoke set.

also watched the film 881 on dvd which is really funny and good.. been really long since i last heard so much hokkien being spoken, last heard in chunks from my late late grandmama... sighs.

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on tuesday, a friend and i took more than a whole bloody hour to get to science center. another friend fell ill. yet another overslept.

only to find out that the damned talk is supposedly slated for TODAY. aargh. ponned it today in our miny protest.

so we ended up smack in libraries all over the place. visited bout 3 while library shopping.

whew.

5 books to tide over the boring times. yahoo. =)

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poor prima deli.

i ate that hazelnut indulgence chocolate cake a month ago.

it was really delicious.

a pity they had to throw 200 of them away. =(

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eh. england fc is STILL without a manager now.

if things went my way, Jose Mourinho would be da man.

oh. i think i typed that before.

but seriously, who better than the self proclaimed special one.

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currently at chapter 2 of the sucky plot im writing.

ah wells.

once a saint, always a saint.
once a snail, always a snail.