i dont quite intend to pen down my daily unnecessary-for-anyone-else-to-know musings here. but considering that you whos reading is most prolly a close friend who’ll eventually hear me talking all these stuff, i thought, wth. hah.
yesterday morning my mum came into my room at ard 9 to wake me up cos we’re going for breakfast. gosh i felt so liaaaat, i mean, my breakfast is always at 11am normally. so anyways, my point is, i realized that my family (my parents and i in this case) doesnt eat dinner together like most families, but we eat breakfast together very often. i find that having meals together is really therapeutic. you laughed, talked and even quarreled over it. but i still enjoy it. but i know nenek always say that we shouldnt quarrel before the food cos the food will get ‘hurt’.
next up was my visit to tailor amy’s place. its 2 mths away from syawal (hari raya) and i havent planned what to do the cloth i have and because i’m not the kind who buys at the ramadhan bazaar, i began to panic. haha. so yeah, makla, i have found a tailor to sew them for me. alhamdulillah. i wonder why do i actually spend so much like $100 plus for each set of baju when i never ever bought any other clothes that cost more than $50 when i shop. and to think that that i only wear my baju kurungs like…at most 3 times a yr? the money i spend on each set, if translated to food for those who fast, wow, i can feed so many mouths. sometimes i wish that i have the strength to subdue my material needs.
ok so the first highlight yesterday was meeting the other coaches for lunch and movie. the peer leaders who were supposed to be present backed out last minute much to our disappointment 
so thank God the Dark Knight was worth my $8. the movie spreads for 2 hr plus and since i didnt wanna miss a sec, i held back my piss like the kariba dam held its waters. and christian bale is definitely worth all my 2 hrs and piss-holding. haha. gosh, i remember watching him in The Machinist and thought that even with those piano ribs, bony limbs and chilling stares, he still, erm, looked not that bad. a wondrous transformation from skeletal to drop-dead-hunky-gorgeous. wow. the best scene, albeit tooo abridged was of a hot dude whipping a lambo, wow. my subtle dreeeaaaam future. haha.
oh did i say i saw a boxster cruising along sembawang road only to be honk-ed at for making such a traffic-derailing U-turn with a speed of absurd terkedek-kedekness? aaah.
that aside, i dont know if you all know that i have some kind of clown phobia. i despise PACO FUNWORLD, cos all i remember bout it was a dark room with scary clowns. so watching the movie was like an attempt to fight some inner fears. dont you think clowns are scary?
i’ll blog about something else more interesting in my next entry. wait.
