Denial

- is in his mid 20's - is a taurus male(all you perverts can leave now) - always craves for good music - will never put up naked pictures of himself here(all you perverts who are still here can finally get lost now) - will realise his dream of travelling around the world - will own properties and one of which is a resort by a beautiful beach - hopes to strike 1st division lottery someday so that he can bum professionally - is currently brain dead and will continue some other time

Thursday, September 09, 2004

 

ICB.

Current track: Jamie Cullum - Singin' in the rain
Current mood : Eager to abuse the digicam before it sets off on the 16th


Met up with Henry last night. Caught up a bit, went off together to Ice Cold Beer to meet up with his friend, Wen. She was chilling with this Irish guy named David, whom Henry started talking alotta crap with. Henry and his beer is like Batman and Robin; the Dynamic Duo. Now with this Irish dood, they become the Talkative Threesome.

Turned out that they clicked instantaneously. Wise cracks, physical humour, racist jokes, were just excerpts from it. Couldn't be bothered to describe it further, one could only sit there and watch the show to feel the full effect.

It got even better when we moved our asses to Coffee Club nearby. They got serious and started talking about foreigners living temp/perm here in general, how they were lucky to be here 'cause of the common misconception about how locals think highly of them, etc. when the fact was that most foreigners were almost no different from any of us.

Poor Wen had to endure how the night turned out. It was supposedly a date in the first place. At points I looked over and felt very sorry. Her expression tells it all when the threesome engage themselves(Pun not intended).


My body is still tuned to 6 hours of sleep per night. No matter what time I sleep, I still unreluctantly wake up 360 mins later. Tried to sleep on but somehow can't. Reason being also, my gawdamned window curtains are friggin' white and translucent. Who the hell creates curtains which doesn't block out sunlight when the need arises, dammit.


Anyhow, dug out some photos from the New Zealand trip.



This is something like the NZ morning scene back then.




Well, I'm a sucker for skies...




... and I guess I'm a pucker for sheeps.


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