About two minutes into revising my Econs at night, I suddenly thought of the strawberry popsicle I tasted in Cameron Highlands. And sudden craving took over like a little devil and I suddenly craved for something cold and sweet.
I pounced upon my refridgerator and found. A cheap Giant ice-cream cone. Devoured that. But then I needed something cold and sweet in liquid form. Found a stack of Fernleaf chocolate milk. Cold but ain’t sweet to me. Mind travelled to Suet’s honey drink thingy on our previous study session, so I drank the one I have at home, but it wasn’t that sweet.
Let’s work in reverse chronology.
I rotted and did absolutely nothing productive at home the entire night and afternoon.
Went to some street in PJ to meet a Lion Yap for the YE Hosting forms. His ‘office’ turns out to be a run-down looking computer show, with wires, appliances and hardware everywhere, and a nasty odour lingering in the air.
He first gave me one form, even though from the e-mail I requested three in total. But now I needed four, so I asked if he can give me another three set of forms?
He went to his car boot and produced two. Stared at the forms, and asked again for another set.
And for breakfast, I bit into a raw potato of some deviant species and it tasted like. Melted garbage pinwheeled into a cohesive ball. I almost vomited. Mum says it’s good for the stomach, right.
Now I’m contemplating whether to join the Exchangee programme thing or not, where I get to go another country next December. I’m just afraid it’ll clash with my college/U/form 6 schedules or whatever I’m going to do next year.
And I’m contemplating whether to run to someone’s house nearby and throw some makeshift firecrackers, or scream FUCK YOU to those rempits gathering outside my house nightly in the restaurant opposite or stay in front of the PC chatting mindlessly to people who has nothing better to do as me, all in the name of boredom.
Bored, and rotting. Whee.
Currently loving: Carrie Underwood – Inside Your Heaven. Thanks Kai Shen! <3 Heard Bo Bice’s version on the radio in the morning, and both are equally good.

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