Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

random ramblings. i just want to write.

the past few days have been bothering me.
i felt lonely at one point. so lonely that i just wanted to be with people. with anyone.

good thing kc was there. he's great, although as a friend i don't think i have done as much for him as he has for me, nor have i been as loving to him as he has to me. thursday, i just wanted to be around someone. talk or no talk, i didn't care.

we met to play soccer a day earlier than it was planned. nobody was there(miscom). so we went for dinner instead. went to the cofeeshop near his house (with long queues for the fishball noodle, cooked food, duck rice and char kway teow(although u don't see the queue for this stall cos the food is brought to you...smart)). finish eating. i didn't talk much.(had lunch with yvonne also earlier. she talked more than me also. obviously.)

didn't want to go home.
so decided to eat junk food.
bought haribo and tic tac, then later came back and bought doritos and seven up bite.
sat around, idling, before finally moving to the multi storey carpark(kc's idea).

watched him train his pull-ups before that. i must say that his discipline is amazing. thrashes me.

sat at the mulit storey car park and pretend to be pai kia. stare at drivers in cars.
talked then. and shang yue with makeshift mooncake(doritos: double spicy or something)and tea(7-up).

soccer fri morn.
did st-e with chunk it after that (seems like he's finally making more effort at growth :)).
then went to play soccer. again. had a few good runs. saved a couple of balls. wished i could've played more tho.
4 times in 7 days. taht's way more than i've played for ages.

finally everyone's home.
mom chased me to go to sleep.
brother's back for me to disturb.
dad's back to talk to.
things are back to normal.

and they came back from the centre of the universe with tonnes of stuff...somethings i don't know if they ought to have gotten.

i got a l'arc cd from my bro, d.a.i cd from my dad, and...*sigh*... an ipod from my mom....

i don't know if it is because i live in abundance that sometimes i wish i had less. that alot of the things that i have i actually don't need. that i don't want so many things. everytime my dad asks me what i want, i say nothing. but he still buys stuff.

what item do i treasure most among the things my parents have gotten me over these recent years?

my 0.5 litre cup. break that. and i will be VERY upset. very VERY.

i used to say that i'll be happy with just my comics and music. i don't know how true that is. but really, i think i have too much sometimes, i wish there was a way to more gainfully employ my stuff...could i sell my stuff for money and give the money away?

today supposed to have climb on. maybe i'll go later.
have had a rekindled interest in paper bullets recently.
made a few and had some test shots. a bit rusty, but still acceptable.
i find it amazing that i aim better without aiming. leaving it up to reflex...or instinct? super soldier in the making.(dan gu lah)
i have 3 packets of ruffles on the florr now and 2 bottes of sng buay zhui beside them. maybe i shld go and shang yue again.
the things that i've been talking about the past few days has been quite interesting, and i've had funny questions from both kc and hnin phyu(kc was hilarious, but from my recent findings, i fear...)

i need sleep.