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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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I Can't Taste You
Saturday, 10 April 2010 | 11:09 pm


Ignoring the fact that I had to come back to work this morning, on a Saturday no less, overall, the day was okay, though, I was irritable. Maybe it was the weather; maybe it was my throat and runny nose; maybe it was the people in the room - I don't know, but if that keyboard on my desk could talk, it would talk about my unnecessary abuse. And I wish I didn't have to listen to myself think all the time. It's exhausting. And I wish that woman would stop saying mindless, annoyingly immature remarks about things to do with vomiting and stomach pains - not everyone is fucking pregnant, you old hag. God! I feel like slamming her head against the wall.

I worked and endured everything up to 3 in the afternoon, and then left with Ma to meet up with Dad and Sis for a late lunch. (And, really now, who gives a fuck if eating a meal at this hour is called high tea? We're not fucking English; we don't do that.) Even trying to decide on what to eat was tiresome. I always end up eating the same thing again and again, and all I can think of is that I may as well have cooked this myself at home instead of paying someone else to do it for me.

Hunger-satisfied, though still annoyed, we proceeded to several fishing stores so Dad could start looking around and survey some...fishing gears, I suppose. I saw disturbing pictures of random people posing with their proudest catch to date: a shark, a swordfish, and God knows what else. There was one that looked like a fucking whale, but it really wasn't, as Dad clarified. I can't remember what it's called, though. No interest whatsoever in this fishing business anyway.

Next stop: the Peninsula. My sister got another pair of skinny jeans. I didn't know what to get for myself so I didn't bother, until I reached Gramophone and remembered: Ninja Assassin. I also remembered that Bernard works there, and he was in the store today but I didn't say hi. Sorry! See you on Monday, hopefully.

After that we walked around some more and headed home. Ate Kimchi noodle for dinner which is always delicious. Yummy! And now I'm still a bit groggy and tired, wondering what else is there to do because I don't really want to sleep yet.

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