waking up on a friday morning. after 4 hrs of sleep. to a flat tire. welcome to the weekend. desmond scribbled at 4:37 PM. | with a tub of booze. and 5 bottles of liquor. this with winning eleven and mahjong and cards. takes the mind off work for that lil while. and of that 5 bottles of liquor, we only drank one. and we din even finish it. but it killed us all. barcardi 151. seven-ty-blardy-five-point-five-per-cent of alcohol. argh. all this time i was wasting my money on JDs. now i know.=) guess this get-together wun happen for a while. not till after exams. desmond scribbled at 5:11 PM. | desmond scribbled at 5:09 PM. | desmond scribbled at 5:07 PM. | desmond scribbled at 5:03 PM. | mahjong in melbourne! desmond scribbled at 12:20 PM. | the char-pa-rang team. which did pretty well i must say. desmond scribbled at 12:18 PM. | there was only ONE way that i could have locked my keys in the car. and guess what. i did it. believe the fact that i am a genius now? the driver's side door doesnt allow locking from the inside. so the only way which i can lock the car is from the outside. i firmly believe this was invented to prevent idiots like myself to lock my keys in it. so the ONLY way that i could lock my keys in the car was... to open my boot, lock the driver's door, chuck my car keys into the boot... and shut it. god knows why i did it. blardy idiot. go ahead larff for all i care. i larffed at myself for quite a while staring at my bunch of keys in the boot. locked. so near yet so far they say. and then there was also this other reason why you shldn't have your HOUSE KEYS and your CAR KEY in the same key ring. damnit. desmond scribbled at 11:58 AM. | came and went. with soccer, potluck, friends, singaporean, mahjong, movie, and too much money spent. pictures up in a while. meanwhile, to switch back to study mode. not that i have been in that mode before the whole of this semester. =) its good when you are in a foreign land, and being able to have all ur friends at one place, enjoying the food, talking whatever we want, with all the lahs and lors, and not having to worry about ppl not understanding our lingo. and did i mention mahjong? its bad when you are in a foreign land, and hearing the voice of your mum down with a sore throat so bad that u can bearly hear what she was trying to say, and yet not being able to do nuts about it. the feeling sucks. big time. the pros and cons. over before i know it. mental note to self. to keep my cool during soccer matches. and that to you jansen quek as well. heehee. desmond scribbled at 11:37 AM. | with just an hour of sleep. tell me it isnt happening again. desmond scribbled at 10:56 AM. | i spent my friday night working on my fyp till 3 in the morning. and its not even due anytime soon. i must be crazy. for some weird reason i love that feeling. that feeling of numbness from staring at the computer for hours. that feeling of know that you have got something done. that feeling of knowing that its worth not sleeping over it. and am actually looking forward to more of such nights. nights of fatigue. nights of satisfaction. desmond scribbled at 3:33 PM. | |
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