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Monday, May 26, 2008

i feel so much right now, but i can't get anything out.
it takes alot to learn how to fly with such a heavy heart
so, i'm young and a fool nonetheless

this month has been crazy with the many supper outings.
it's after midnight and we're almost always chilling at favourite spot HKC. and when the east coast becomes a little too overwhelming, it's geylang for dim sum, or tau huay, or beef horfun. not to mention, some lorong 8 to 24 cruising for the boys. unbecoming really. then there's the occasional trip down to changi v for some trans-spotting. or just driving around with J's insane head-bobbing to ABBA blasting over the stereo, only successfully driving eugene mad cos he wants 4 minutes so damn badly. it's amusing how he'd do anything to stop J from playing dancing queen.
oh and did i mention that i've somehow managed to get myself locked out of my own house twice, in less than a month? twice. what's worse is that i can actually get through the main gates but not INTO my home. doesnt anyone care where i disappear to anymore?
yesterday at 3am, J had us breaking into a forbidden garden up on the 10th floor in town. tricking the guard and making a break for the lift= a way wicked adrenalin rush.
a pity wibi's mr policeman-to-be. but it's all good cos sir wibi prolly saved our asses from ending up in the guard dogs' salivating jaws.
i'm pretty certain J was kidding about the dogs.

hitting the sack after 5am and waking only when it's time for lunch for consecutive days spells i am so fucking screwed.

melbourne in 2 days i cannot wait.


i wish you love