** A humid night.
** Aft watching the match England-Northern Ireland, well, it's a 4-0 win to the English... No expected angst from Mr Beckham. Seems he lost that passion when he used to be a new player. Now Rooney has that instead. Does it mean that all that rich & fame got him slacken? Didn't see much fantastic crosses from him, instead much works were done the others. Never really expect him to perform, just that there's this BIG BIG expectation on him for tdy's match. Anyway. He's oh-so over. I'm never into him rite from the start. My top list is still Ferdinand & Giggsy!
** Sigh... getting busy making frens with Miss Melancholic. Miss my papa who stubbornly refuses to admit he misses me too, miss my mama & her wonderful & nutritious soup, liang-teh & bird nest soups, and her nags, miss my li'l bro who's the most hardworking & serious guy that I've ever known, miss giving him advices, confiding in him, telling him the horrible stories of the corporate world, miss my man whom we hardly spend time 2gether though we're married...
** Puzzled by a freak accident reported this morning in the papers, saying this man went down the train platform to pick his shoe and he & his fiancee did check there's an oncoming train and there was. BUT why did he still go down, trying to retrieve & in the end, cost his life? I mean, that act doesn't make sense at all. Ppl, wake up! Go get the train staff for assistance. Anyway, that's not a freak accident, that should be a lesson instead!!!
** My fren truly described my neighbourhood well. It's a dead neighbourhood by 10pm though it's near city. Wa koz.. how true! Get damn demoralise whenever I look out of the window @ 11pm and what i @@ is pitch black blocks! I mean, well I can understand many are 3 generations of families staying 2gether - grandfolks, parents & kids, BUT do all have to get unconscious that early? I used to study late into nites and had Perfect 10 in the blackground when I was a teenypopper. Where have all the teenagers gone to?? Don't the grown ups here bring work home to do? Or I'm the only stupid fool who brings work home (that how my colleagues put it)?
** But apart of these, I enjoy staying up late, watching late nite shows, having more dreams & getting all the creative juices in the wee hours... guess it's a habit. I remembered I used to stay out till 5am and reached home by 6am aft having coffees and yak all nite long with my frens somewhere in the other part of SIN, or go for long strolls between 3 to 5am... It's really fun to do such! And I was 26 then, tired of clubs hopping, listen to the same cheesy, puky retro. Yucks! Also, can't understand why ppl indulge in smoky pubs/clubs where buaya men were preying and cheap women waiting to be preyed on and if there's some rape cases it's all due to women scantily clad in that miserable pieces of clothes, and that men couldn't help it cos men rule by their dicks, not brains! EAT THAT!). Quit having mass karaoke sessions & that hands signing to every single word in the song! Get out of that horrible cult! F^CK!
** Couldn't comprehend why almost the entire nation can't get over the retro music, though I'm totally into retro living but too bad, can't infuse much retro-ness into my flat ~ sad : (
Nonetheless, retro music = vomit. If anyone is reading, please change your taste to something new, like indulging in the new radion station 99.5FM, it's yummy! Sunday mornings of 90.5FM is good. Brings many childhood memories when mama used to listen and hum to the likes of "Beautiful Sunday" while papa was sipping his kopi-o as he read the papers and I was watching the Muppets (http://muppets.go.com/) & The Electric Company (go my other blog @ http://micos.multiply.com > Links and catch the song)!
** Thinking now, I wish I can have long walks with my man - 3am in the nite. It's a really nice feeling. Cool, calm, lotsa fresh air & good talks.
** Honey, will you accompany me?
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