i read off andrew's blog tt he's moving out to live on his own. i guess it was coming - he never liked his parents much (if at all). moving to pasir ris? tt's pretty near here. after i read the post, i thought of an idea: andrew could stay at daddy's house and pay him some rent (not usual rate though, cos andrew's my friend and i'm a brat). commonwealth is near school and close to town too. and daddy always appreciates some extra dough. hmm. i don't think andrew will be too keen though. duno lah. watever.

i'm feeling pretty awkward right now. finally had medresh paper today and i duno how i'll fare. i don't give a shit, as long as i pass. if there's one thing i've learnt in the past 2 years, it's not to worry bout things tt can't be helped anymore. maybe the awkward feeling comes from the lutut sakit or the new cetaphil moisturiser tt i just smeared all over myself. or it could be pms. it also might be frm reading andrew's blog. sometimes i feel a bit weird like tt.

i saw Blueprints just now on channel 5. i liked this weeks one. script was not too bad, story quite original, the acting was not bad too. i like the lead actor, alaric tay; he doesn't do phony accents and he carried the role well.

followed ravi to pierce his ears today. with vick, clement, durga. lately i find myself getting annoyed with karol. somehow our differences in the way we think have suddenly become more apparent of late.

i'm still feeling weird. is it time to visit the chiropractor again?


on play: Do You Remember, Phil Collins


while at the mart, i bumped into the psycho neighbour lady frm the 3rd floor; the one who likes to scream at her kids. she borrowed money frm me at guardian pharmacy and according to the cashier, she always borrows frm pple and doesn't return. i lent her cos i'm always getting cheated and ripped off and unduly empathetic (and thus conned) anyway, so i figured one more time wouldn't make a diff. then in order to be friendly and neigbourly, i walked with her all the way back to our block. she asked me wat i was gona do after i'm done with poly. study more? no, i said without blinking.

now, in my extremely awkward mood, i begin to ponder this point. and right now, i cannot imagine myself realistically after i graduate (though it is true tt my life always seems like some surrealistic motion art).