its a rheotorical question, of course. however, never thought it would ever be possible for me to laugh so hard, eat practically nothing, lie like a sinner and still went to heaven and back.

naturally, my vision's all weird now because my eyes' all bleary, my brain's practically shutting down and my body is stiff. guess where i've been today?

firstly, my room where i did my history homework. never get to finish it though because this lazy old bum here woke up late (the only day i have the luxury to do so)and time practically flew off the wall it was hanging on. went to the PMT session with Her. secretly, i wanted to know what She was gonna bitch about me to miz yati but i told Her that i wanted to get a book from the locker to study during the weekend. but in the end, i had to stick to my end of the bargain for not talking and just keeping quiet. well fine. i'd rather do that then to cry and acting all emotional. well, screw that. its over and i'd rather not talk about it anymore. we've supposedly come to a truce kinda thing so yea..

anyway, after that, a rather stoned silence all the way to tm where i met shake to watch pirates of the carribean.. well, dat was before we found out that the queue at gv freaking long, because Someone didnt queue beforehand like he was suppose to.. so we went to century.. and low and behold.. he got us the........ very first row.. thanx babes.. no REALLY.. i owe all the pain in my neck to you.. n yeah, I hate you too.. XD

of course not..

well, went to ikea after that.. the trip there was EMOTIONAL.. waterworks, nigaria falls, fountains in sentose, whichever way you call it. result of it -> me reconciling with Her. well, fine, wadevar. i dont bear any grudges so between you and me, its safe to say that we are ouhk.. well, $200 worth of it anyway to make it ouhk.

there you are folks, here's to sarah for being the bitch she actually is..

dont get involve with me when im in one of my moods. seriously.

however, getting sidetrack does not make my obligation of posting an entry any less tiring, so back to my day..

well, Ikea is and will always be, my Heaven on Earth. i cannot elaborate or say any further because i myself do not know the reason why it is what it is. its just the endless rows of furniture, the fragrance of wood in the stale aircon air or an assortment if you in the candles section, the cacophony of sounds of people, mostly families miling about browsing, some came prepared with measuring tapes even if it is provided, the harleqiun rugs, mats, sheets, comforters, the shiny pots and pans, the way everything just glow under faint yet visible lighting. it was love at second sight. my second visit to Ikea. i am overjoyed that somebody decided to built one in shabby old tamps soon. no, not overjoyed. relief. oil costs a lot these days. bloody arabs. no wait, bloody americans!

ending this blog entry with a motivational, or cynical poem and lyric of the day:

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation.

Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."

-Charles Bukowski

Lyric:
Things aren't as pretty, on the inside - only by nine inch nails