the bold and infinitely daring

So I sat behind the counter at WMU whilst ThreeWayStreet jammed in the studio. Blasting Paramore and staring at my Microsoft Word, contemplating just how in the world was I to write golf. I can remember the game vividly, but putting something that's felt and experienced with the visual and aural senses is often so hard to be translated back into more words. More so when your editor says that the piece should invoke the same emotions in the readers.

How like that sia? Anyway, my parents are back from their trip and claims that they miss me so. Aww. I'll head back right after I finish a good portion of the article. That'll leave me with a bit before sending it to the boss for the edits. Then what's left is just editing the pages.

Stress.

My brother put Heroes in my PSP. Fine. I'll admit that it's nice. Portable too. Something to watch when I'm making the long trek from here to there. There's just too many things on my mind. I've roughly gotten about 65% of the Masters done. Things just seem a bit weird idgy (yes, there is NO true meaning to the word, refer to my dictionary which I'll put sometime never).

Finally met up with Rui after 14 long months. I really am sorry for not contacting, for not saying a hello and for being such a shit friend. Thanks a lot for the ride to Queenstown and the amazing company. And also, to be the fourth man to hunt youknowwhat down. ;P

I hope you're ok. I hope you're alright. And I hope that at the end of this long night, things will turn out fine.








I was going to write something about love. How it is a concept generated rather than a notion of emotion and feeling. But then I got tired and my brain shut down and I began to worry, once again, the workload I'll be facing tomorrow. It's going to be one hell of a long weekend and I want nothing more than a nice vacation. I think I'm growing old. Even sitting down and talking tires me.

Oh yes. Now I remembered what I wanted to say. I hate people spreading things. I hate rumours. Fine, hypocrite. I thrive on gossip. Actually, I don't. As of late, I've found the joy and beauty in downing 1dollar Redbull (the kopitiam is a RIPOFF) and staring at my computer screen looking at static lines. But seriously, just because you're perpetually seen with someone or that you're dating someone does not automatically mean that you're with someone.

So please. I appreciate if you don't go around telling people that. Random people or people whom you barely know. Because as much as I don't give a shit, you're making trouble for my friend as well.

And dear all, I have opened the pack that cost me 200bucks. I have smoked about 50dollars worth. HAHA! And I didn't realise it until Rui pointed it out to me. Its contents, are twice that of Marlboro Menthol Lights, and this is Dunhill Menthol Lights liaoz.

Shite. So lian. Okok. I'm going to stone a little bit moreand clean up the living room and watch a bit more Heroes and then turn in for the night. I'll be lucky if I even wake up on time tomorrow.