lazypau

today was quite fucked up and yet not. i have been swearing quite a lot nowadays but i cannot be bothered to find less offensive words and i cannot be bothered to restrain myself either. anyway my og was very sweet, they made four of us a big card with "we love [insert name]" and 18 of their portraits plus the ogl's too, and messages inside. met charmie for some slob-time (and as usually reminiscing about our seemingly happier/funner days), bumped into biyi and ruide so we just hung together. watched some hiphop dance competition at ngee ann city, which made me want to go for lessons (especially when my card expires in less than three weeks).

i think one reason why i am generally not happy nowadays is because i cannot help but compare life now to whatever it was in secondary school (especially upper sec days). we had so much fun and so much joy and so much laughter and so much drama and so much freedom. honestly, i hardly gained academic knowledge because these are the things i do during lessons:

1. sleep
2. write postcards/letters
3. pon
a) to go to the dental container to read maxim/fhm and talk to the two dentists
b) to talk in the toilet/somewhere in school
c) to go to town to shop/eat/slack
4. pluck cat's eyebrows
5. pluck my/cat's hand/leg hair
6. daydream

I AM ALSO DAMN HAPPY BECAUSE I FOUND MY PAIR OF NIKE SHOES I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR UP DOWN LEFT RIGHT EVER SINCE I SAW THEM IN NEW ZEALAND. PLEASE EFF OFF FROM MY PAIR OF SHOES I WILL KILL EVERYONE IF THEY ARE SOLD OUT WHEN I GO BUY THEM TOMORROW/WHENEVER I GO TO TOWN AGAIN. what is even greater is that i found a ralph lauren bag to go along with it. all i need is a new file (and stationery, actually. and i cannot find my precious piggy calender so i have no damn calender now) and a new wallet.

i miss cat/spinkie/polkakid a lotsssss. this is our book.