philosophy is what you read off the cereal box

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

changed my favorite spot in singapore, i changed it to bbc, bras brasa complex. the rental book shop's a blessing. for me anyway. now i see why my cousin's totally in love with that place. it's a book worm's safe haven. the store uncle's real nice. he knows my cousin real well since my cousin keeps going back to rent books, (even thou he has a thick stack of books left unread)
i think i need my specs on 24/7 from now if i can't stop walking into walls and my wardrobe. it's the eighth time i've walked into my wardrobe door, and the third time i've walked into my study room's wall. i think i'm growing a bit dumber from all the walking into walls issue. anyways, i'm wearing the specs that i found somewhere in the 'forgotten' drawer, and i think i've got a headache going on the back of my head. i seriously don't think i should wear the blasted specs. the degree's a bit too high.
anyway, my mum's driving me mad. i don't wanna eat some weird sticky porridge for lunch tomorrow! i hate porridge. and now she's scolding me for being picky and everything. okay. i admit. i'm a bit too picky. but it's not my fault for having the freaking phobia of eating porridge after eating it for breakfast lunch and dinner for three consecutive weeks. it just drives you insane you know.
oh well, i'm a picky eater, and i've got the worst temper ever. happy now, mum?

spinning a tale ; @ 9:58 pm
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