Sunday, October 18, 2009

I Love the Floor

post number 120

I love the floor. I love sleeping on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me.

Something like this. Except I'm not a cat. Um, you get the idea. Which is why I don't like football right now. It's interrupting my music.

Ah yes, I forget.

I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me when I'm alone at home. It's the best kind of sleep. I'm serious. TRY IT

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

One day,

So I think I will put more effort into my blog. I think. Thanks alot Civicky. (note: sarcasm)

One day, I will go to South Africa

One day, I will go to Peru

One day, I will go to Mongolia

One day, I will definitely go to Swtzerland

Rorschach - where the swiss friend lives

One day, all the pink stumps will turn green and my map will be covered.

Now, I'm planning for Thailand

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page" - St Augustine

Sunday, October 11, 2009


I don't know. I don't know. I really don't know.

Doors - wooden things (maybe not wood all the time?) that open and close. That's what they're meant to do. But maybe this time, I don't want them to follow the laws of the universe. Just for me. At least I didn't ask the earth to stop spinning. I'll save that for another time.

Dreams - the images in your mind as you sleep. I think a pastor once said that beings with souls dream, which is why dogs won't. It's strange how Friday nights have become nightmare nights. Twice in a row during my Friday sleeps with similar nightmares. Nightmares where I'm aware that I'm in dreamland because I remember thinking "I better get all these images in mind, or I'll forget them when I wake up." It's strange, it has to stop.

Weekends - rest days, BFM days, do nothing days. My big fat foot la. They've become study days since weekdays have become SO TIRED LA days.


Science - I DON'T WANT TO DO

ps: Civicky, I didn't laugh, try harder.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Scrawny chicken from KFC

one hour for KFC. And he complains that he made the wrong choice. It was the wrong decision! Admit it. No, I don't want original or spicy. The chicken is scrawny he says. That is so funny.

I have books in front of me. I am so bored and so sick of it. This is all I do now, or at least what I've been doing this week so far. I can see the future (don't need a time machine!) I see myself doing about the same thing over and over again. But OH THE EXCITEMENT!



at least I won't be 10kg heavier than I was last year when all this is over ( I hope) TEN!

four more books and I'm free! forawhile

I'm so tired. thank God for Nescafe tarik (with a hint of cinnamon) 5 minutes away. I love mamak - oh how I'll miss thee