i sometimes imagine somehting bad happening to either of my 3 parents and i get very sad. mummy said tt if she and uncle jeffrey had gone to phuket this season, they probably would've been swept away, knowing how much they like to stroll in the early morning along patong beach in phuket. for someone as fortunate as myself, i don't pray enough. with regards to this close shave, julius says tt maybe God is giving me chance. Thank God.

yesterday, met my 4th floor neighbour hafiz for the first time, despite the fact tt we've lived in the same block for the past 4 yrs and have both been going to np for the past 3 yrs (then along came wholivesnearyou.com). so anyway, took bus-mrt-bus back with him (also bumped into kumar on the train) and 3 of us spent most of the trip reflecting on being np east-enders.

i've been getting lots of pple asking wat i'm gonna do after graduation and i've never really written it down.. so here's the rough plan:
1) Organise trekking trip round spore with julius and whoever else
2) Go on trekking trip (duh)
3) Hop on a flight to beijing and stay there for at least a week
4) Come back frm china and find a part time job
5) Muster motivation to get fit, take driving lessons/test and DELF A1 and A2 ('tis a french diploma thingy)
6) Scrape together savings to buy 2-way ticket to rouen (revisit rouen)
7) Look for interesting job to do and/or interesting sch to attend and/or interesting guy to screw.


listening to: Seaside Rendezvous - queen

i do realise tt all tt i've listed (save for the last one) would require quite a bit of money in total (estimated S$3350 excl rouen). i must consciously start saving to avoid going bankrupt before i set foot in motherland china.

i'm surprised at how shocked and upset i was upon discovering rufus wainwright's unfavourable sexual orientation. but really, i wanna be a gay man if tt means being one step closer to fucking him. oh God, help me, i'm so vulgar.

daddy left for genting last night. i got paranoid and tried to dissuade him. Got earthquake.. don't go genting lah, i said, always childishly and consciously avoiding any hints of affinity for him. No lah, he replied. I will explain seismic geology to u later. hmph.. how comforting, i think to myself; but tt's daddy i guess. at least if he never gets back, i am left with a bittersweet irony of a joke to remember him by.

listening to: Who's That Girl - eurythmics