no shit

I meant to make this real gloomy. You know, one of those things u're kinda used to reading. But yea. Hell I dun feel like it now. SO yeah Hi.

First up. Just read your blog and I'm kinda touched that u bothered to msg me this morning when ur day sounded kinda exciting. Yea, thanks Bi. Coz I know how it is...pple only msg u when they're lonely and in need. You proved me wrong a little. Yea. A little. =)

Saturday 10.30pm
She sits on the metal floor on the train. It shakes like crazy when the train's movin. Did u know that? Oh yeah she sees, but she doesnt care if pple are staring. She doesnt care if she's in the way. Hell coz she stood for 10 hours she needs to fucking get a sit and thats it. Yak Yak Yak. People don't stop talking. It's pathetic. How she suddenly finds the need to msg someone. Tell them abt her day. Painful isnt it? how we all do that sometimes. Sinful even? How it doesnt really matter who it is. Yet u're not hungry for conversation, no, not really in need of affection. Just someone to share ur existence. She writes. She always does.

You're testing my limits. I know you know that I'll deal. But will u try go easy on me. Sometimes I wish u'd tell me the entire plan so I can act it the best I could.

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It was my last day at work. Naturally I had shit. They always give me shit. But yea I got some sympathy and there after I was not so pissed. I showed my last defiant moment when I lead my friend towards the staff exit. The rest of the perm staffs that followed behind us were called back and given a trashing. Hur. It wasnt exactly time to knock off yet. But fuck. We din turn back. I'm beginning to think that any form of system, they dont work. We're meant to be without direction or order. Fuck systems. Fuck inflexible doofuses.

I'm being insane to prove to you my sanity. Don't u see it already?

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Basically the plan is this: I have shit at work. But with just a few redeeming moments of pleasantries and even sweetness. So that I dun break. Then my bro msges me to tell me he wants to come fetch me from work. UHUH. Reason being - Parents are screaming abt fact that Dad lost job. He can't stand it.

Okay. So retrenched lar. Fired. Sacked. Sacrificed. Okay. So whats the plan? How old is he? 52? Eh? How old is bro? 15? Okay. No money eh. Okay. No more extravagant purchases eh. What abt tuition. Yea. Bro's having tuition from someone else for 30 per hour. Yeah FUCK. I give it for 25. No. Bro fails maths. He's not interested. He wants to start his business selling stupid anime figurines. Right. He's not interested. No. So tenant has to stay. No tenant no money. So...Bro has no own room. yea. No room. No personal space. Yeah no. No space.

Suffocate me

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She's 21. She's in NUS now. Got in from poly. She works 6 days a week. 60 hours that'll be. She looks at my phone and sees my wish list. Rip Curl. Mango. All branded huh, she says. She packs her lunch coz she wants to save money. It looks cold. Not too appetizing. "Cant help it la. Family poor." She must hate me. Or in a small way wish she was me.