whats the point of blogging when there's only a handful of readers. i really don't know. usually i don't care because i don't blog for an audience but this blog was set up FOR an audience. oh whatever. contradictions contradictions.

mon

skipped school. (i'm getting tired of saying this) can't remember much of what i did. had breakfast i think. back t my place. slept. was late t meet jo. poor guy had t wait for years at the library. finally reached and had ljs. then walked round. (what else is there in JE? YOU TELL ME.) library again. found books and settled in a quiet corner. read, tried t read. had cake at the cafe. borrowed the book. titled 'The Makeup Girl' by Andrea Semple. awesome style of writing. cutting and honest. its hard t find such honesty in writing nowadays. makes for easy reading. ra came later. had our usual laughs. made quite a din in the library. fagged. had dinner together. what can i say? another simple but perfect day spent w you. and you guys.

tues

i think my semester break virtually started two weeks ago. school means nothing now. had an early breakfast. back home. same bed, same routine. but i never get tired of the same person. had plans t meet the duo again. this time at bugis. somewhere more 'foreign' i should say. its hard conjuring up plans t occupy the long afternoons. had lunch together. felt lazy, checked into a somewhat budget hostel for bout 4hours. cash-strapped, thats what you get when you skip school daily. left for home round 6.3opm. stifling, thats what it was. faceless humans, incessant yakking, crawling speed, sights and scenes that make me dizzy. but still i stare out of the panel. looking at what, i don't know. i like knowing that everything's a blur, i can't see any details. everything's a pretty colorful mess. i like the nauseous feeling i get, the enigma the sights bring. yes, all these in just one dumb MRT ride. seriously, what's wrong w me?

one clip.
play, pause, rewind, play, pause, rewind.
this perpetual motion.
you catch my drift.

what can i say?
Nothing.

and sometimes i'm glad you don't know me at all.