we spend two thirds of our school days waiting.

i drove by my old school today and came past this corner of the curb i used to wait on for my parents to pick me up. it's kinda weird...most of my childhood memories involves me waiting for someone to pick me up.

i spent so much time waiting...after school, after tuition class, after piano class. wait for catered lunch to arrive. wait for dinner. wait for friends to arrive. wait for Astro to be installed. wait for SPCA dude to arrive. wait for pocket money. wait for driver's licence. wait for exams. wait for holidays. anyway, i'm getting a bit carried away. it's weird how we spend so much time waiting but yet all the fun things seem to happen while we're waiting. while waiting for the transporter lady to come pick me up from school, i've seen fights happen, i've seen people get stung by giant wasps, i've ran in the rain, i've missed the transporter lady and ended up having to walk home from school coz i didn't have money to get a cab and i swear, if i get on a bus, i'll get off in Ipoh.

and then you have parents who forget to pick you up...so there you are stupidly waiting for 2 hours thinking they're definitely on the way but they're really still in the office or already at home preparing dinner.

well...pleasant memories...

you know you're an alcoholic when you see something out of place and the first thing that comes to mind is that fateful night and a feeling of dread.


i was watching Sideways with my bro not too long ago. it has won lots of awards and every other review i've read praises the film to the nether worlds. we bought the DVD under the impression that it was gonna be really good. when it ended, my bro said it was the most boring movie he had ever seen. a Rotten Tomatoes review says it was "A brilliant exploration of life, longing and second chances." to me, the movie just made me wanna drink wine and eat. maybe that, on top of all its brilliance, too was intentional but seriously, the only way one would truly appreciate this movie to its full potential is to get a hold of a good bottle of wine and experience it the way the lead characters do. Swirl, sniff, and sip.

word of the day: nobody drinks alone

choices are a weird thing.

i wish i didn't have any...if only i had everything already planned out for me then i won't have to decide. i won't have to choose. someone i know said that choosing not to choose is also a choice. how very true...

if you know me at all, you'll know that i can't make decisions to save my life. whether it's about where to eat, what to do, who to invite...i'm terrible at it. i make plans on top of plans because i have no idea which i'd rather do and then end up blowing everyone off.

see, you get choices be it going drinking or watching a movie or going to Genting...we all get choices but when you can't decide which activity you'd rather take on, you just don't decide...and then one by one all your plans pass you by.

you think that everything will stay as it is but life will always find ways to kick you in the ass...maybe it's for your own good...maybe it's a much needed wake up call...

choices...i hate choices. you think you made the right choice and then that damn choice turns its ugly head and bites you in the nose.

word of the day: the horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.

do you ever learn how to say 'no'?

i thought i was getting better at it until i did something so phenomenally stupid.....

i have no words to describe how stupid i feel...naive and stupid...

there i was in college, just after class, waiting for my friend to reach. i sat outside the library to do some work when this Nigerian guy came up to me and started talking to me. i'm generally friendly on first encounter, so we chatted. cut a long story short, due to my phenomenal stupidity, we exchanged numbers...i won't even try to defend myself by saying that i was cornered into it coz i basically have a problem with saying 'no'...

now i've got this annoying situation on my hands and no idea how to get out of it...he keeps calling me, i haven't answered any of the calls. maybe i can just wait till he wears out. maybe i can pick up one of his calls and scream at him. it's weird how these people seem to have so much time on their hands. calling every few hours, everyday..."Don't you have things to do??" i can almost see him bumming around at home, chilling on his beanbag while hitting 'redial' every so often.

seriously...i'm not amused...