yea. tiger drove down this straight road from woodlands to bukit timah... it was really..........
shall continue from where i left off... i dint really managed to get back to blogging yesterday. cos everyone else came back to use the computer in the library which had access to the net. and later. something funny happened that made me feel damn dumb and extremely stupid. the computer that i use in the library actually HAD INTERNET ACCESS back on!!! darn. now i'm on it agn and feel like i'm on fire bloggin man. just that this LCD screen looks kinda weird and not very comfy looking at it. but no idea why but my hands feels super weak. having trouble even typing. feels uncomfortable.. everything. the keyboard feels weird. so does that chair i'm sitting on. hmmmm.. my pants feels short.. my socks feels very high. enuff of complaining.
anyway i've been sitting here since yesterday in the company of all these good books and also classical music on the radio. perfect music for the library. Symphony 92.4. good music good life.. that's their station's theme. and i'm kinda getting into this classical music thing. not that i wasn't into it. i actually liked it. but now... i'm getting more used to it. really soothing and clears your mind well.. getting old huh..
shall continue. and the straight road was really straight. as in no turns required at all. but there were like 20 thousand traffic lights. we managed to reach bukit timah and we refused to eat muslim food. somehow there was no cravings at all for that sorta stuffs. ending up eating chicken rice and zi char... the food came fast. and then they presented us with this major plate of chicken. half a chicken for the 3 of us. i mean it will look fine on a dinner time table with 4 person. but supper for 3 and half a chicken!? massive man... but guess what.. we ate it all up in the end man... fat fat night.
was wondering where to go.. and ended up at holland village. we managed to navigate our way there from bukit timah. somehow realised that our directional sense is still not professional enuff. took us quite awhile before we managed to find out how in the singapore are we suppose to drive there. reached there but breko's was full house. as usual. damnit man. so went to TCC which was beside it. and i ordered somethine bad.... real bad. raspberry latte. and i thought my treshold for bad tasting thing was high... but this was extreme. about level 38 bad. dun ever order it. but it looks nice. took a picture of it. will put it up when i have the chance to. certainly not nw cos i aint got the tools now. and u can't put any .exe files into the computers over here man. if not they will scream code red.... and things will start blinking and all the policeman will come and bring you away. ok. actually not.
and we talked about how the joke scene is really dead? at 1st it disintegrated into lame jokes. but lame jokes shud be quite ok if u tell it properly.. but now its totally gone! no more.. zilch. the last properly good joke tat i heard was piglet's joke... that was in a class of its own man. it had such a HAHAHAHA effect on people. not those kind of stare at each other effect. so hard to find jokes with HAHAHA effect nowadays. TCC was closing.. so we decided to head home. dint wan to use the straight road with 20 thousand traffic lights again. so took the highway and zoom joycie back home. and then me and tiger started to travel back and started to talk about our office. now that we've got the office to rant about. its like we can complain about everything and each other can understand the shit. so we started talking cock for about an hour before i left for home. been a long day.. but enjoyed it.
next up was saturday. spend the good part of it playing my FM agn. ha.... and by god... its really getting addictive. then went out to watch the liverpool and manure match. was a depressing game. aint gonna say more about it. jus that dudek is a total mother fu*ker who deserves all the shit he's getting from the whole wide world. did it against forlan, screwed up against giggs, and now flapped at rooney... what more is he gonna do? there's this conspiracy theory going on saying that he's actually been paid by manure to do all these kinda shit. he's a steady keeper.. but he only does all this shit against no one else but manure. darn him. no mood for anything and jus went home after the game.
and had a whole FM sunday. fridays seems to be the better days in all my weeks...
