so that's what they think of me.
it's a refreshing change from the slack misshorizontal days where i could allow my brain to rot by watching tv on the sofa. being truly busy is very cool! there's an activity for every single minute, and at the end of the day when you go to sleep you'll feel damn accomplished. and also, it's somehow easier to be motivated to read up on things these days, especially if i go out at night. wonder how much of it i can handle. i'm cherishing this appreciation of stress-inducing-matters, cos for sure, tomorrow (and when i feel like meeting jo and others) i won't be so thankful about being thrown into this crazyhecticpanickymugger state called m3.
i just realised i'll never be able to just be a Normal person anymore.
if you think that a kiss is all in the lips
c'mon you got it all wrong man
and if you think that our dance was all in the hips
oh well, then do the twist
if you think holding hands is all in the fingers
grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and
make sure to never do it with the singer
cos he'll tell everyone in the world
desire, then? cos sometimes i see nothing in your eyes. omg, hai.
oh anyway, yesterday we (the extended tan family) received 10 durians via bus. yes, a bus driver drove his bus to singapore and handed my uncle's durians to my dad to distribute. durian and greedy people equate to a (friendly) third world war.
someone says: "we all get 3, then ahma gets 1."
ahma: "oi, why do i only get one?!"
then, launches into a tirade about shares blahblah.