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instincts vs impulse

Friday, April 16, 2004

pipe

I'm totally exhausted. All the energy that the bread and nasi goreng had provided me with today has almost been depleted. I'm using whatever infinitesimal amount that is left to work my fingers into producing an entry.
Here are my random thoughts.

Some people are lucky. That's all.
Everybody else slogs like dogs, but they are lucky.
This guy who was reading his Straits Times beside me on the train has an oily, glossy ear(I couldn't really see the other one, though my guess is that it is equally oily). I couldn't help but stare at it, then stopped after I realised that there were people opposite us staring at me staring at his ear. It could be my frown that let the kitty out of the bag. Oopsy daisy!
Woman in purple velvety cheongsam-top had her seat snatched by woman with thick glasses and super dark rings under her eyes. Bad omen, because she never got any seats right till the end. Even though there were many seats popping up. Somebody was always nearer to it than she was.
I named a snail today. Coach is it.
We named quite some fishes today too.
My friend has got her house in Swettenham Road stolen. The whole damn house went *poof!! I hope the thief don't steal my flat, because more than likely that missing chink in the block might cause the whole building to collapse. Now that would make HDB very angry.
I can't remember if I bought the 2 lights above my long dining table for $6,000 each or $16,000 each. What wretched memory.
My mother said "Whatever!" to me. My mother, the magical woman who predicted that the soccer match between Japan and Singapore for the World Cup Qualifiers would result in a 2-1 score.
Wondering how to tell an uncle to fuck off without actually saying it out loud. Or showing some parts of my hand. Or both.
Guy taking the lift decides to take off shirt instead.
Mosquitoes aren't afraid of the mosquito coil. They take delight in it.
The oily-eared man seemed to know I was taking peeps at his Life! section.
Time to sleep because I'm the hairperson tomorrow.

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