yep. still here. havent decided where to go next. maybe fisherman's village. kind of miss magnolia bar. its nine-not-late-not-early-p.m.

hilarious imagery:
1. wringing hands, tearing hair, nonplussedly
2. wearing an afro and fake moustache to prom [rifle optional]
3. throwing up, vomit washing everything away, drowning everyone
laugh, julienne.

saw epok-epoks as big as my face in scottsfoodcourt yesterday and i just. had. to. eat. them.
sinful, evil, wicked, immoral, say what you will, but still

we were huddled on that table in the foodcourt, on the cusp of a new age. sounds hilarious, but seriously, i felt like we were hatching a mega-plan, just like how the mediacorp-ers huddled in the conference room and decided to poison us with the sars rap.

picked up Rules of Attraction by Brett Easton Ellis and read it overnight last night. its...seductive... to me at least. i like it. if you've read it, tell me how much you love it! i used to not like reading books because i found myself spinning into them. i still do, but i dont mind anymore.

betcha bye golly wow
[dont know what it means. just sounds better than wow]