monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary
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shotgun wedding: a matter of wife or death.
Naturally, the drawback of wallowing in a month's worth of dormant slothfulness, apart from the somewhat commiserable readjustment of one's life priorities to accommodate 'to watch 2 seasons worth of FRIENDS in one day', is that your finances, not unlike Christopher Lee's testosterone level after he's done with prison, will drop quite drastically. Which is not a good thing, considering the up and coming minor financial setback commonly known as student exchange.
So it was with much relief that I got a return call from the events company saying that they had some vacancies available for certain events. Told them I'll contact them again after the family trip to Malaysia. In between now and earning money for being the irritating nudnick who shoves 27 vaguely similar flyers in random strangers' faces at Bugis MRT though, I've to take preventive measures against further account declination.
Measures suggested to me by some very nice people included bank robbing, playing the role of 'passer-by/magic stone enthusiast' in the next old lady scam, collecting funds for charity at a commission rate of 10%, and of course, of course, 'joining our warm family as we build meaningful relationships en route to good health and financial freedom with the aid of magnetic mattresses.'
I decided that these measures would interfere with my main focus, which, of course, is to complete watching 2 seasons of FRIENDS in a day, and hence chose instead to cut costs by cooking lunch instead of doing the usual kopitiam briyani takeaway. I think I did a pretty decent job.
spaghetti a la vida loca, with a subtle hint of leftovers, tossed with leftover dressing and garnished with more leftovers.
I'm pretty sure it ain't gonna last long, for the very simple reason that slicing garlic for your own personal consumption on a daily basis just doesn't really make economical sense, and by economical sense I mean I'd rather be watching FRIENDS on the couch.
The culmination of both nothing-doing and the emotional intensity of FRIENDS episodes (come to think of it, the constant looping of Mika's 'Love Today' on my laptop's speaker might have a part to play as well, hey, 'Grace Kelly' was awful, but 'Love Today' is weirdly addictive) does cause one to think a little more than usual, and it's not necessarily a good thing. There're a few issues that require ironing out, and I'm rather confused as to how to approach them or what to do. Choices will eventually have to be made, choices with rather weighty consequences, and somehow in these circumstances, asking for 'anything' or 'whatever' just doesn't cut it.
It's pretty frustrating, really, and according to good ol' R, sometimes the best thing to do is to smother your face in your pillow and shout it out. I find myself incapable of doing so, not so much because of any emotional impediment, but because of the rather complex odour emanating from my pillowcase, caused by the amalgam of sweat, dirt and Gatsby Styling Solid as a result of the occasional crashings straight after returning home, sans bath.
Going out with friends's good, though. This entry is sponsored by the wireless access at The Cathay's Starbucks. Nice place, should hang out here more often. Crashing on the couch opposite me, PK, hard at work poring over Lonely Planet guidebooks, planning for his 6-month long graduation trip which involves backpacking from Darwin to Sydney via 2-week long hiking trails and working at farms for food and accommodation. That, of course, isn't enough, which explains the booking of a Jetstar flight from Sydney to Japan for more backpacking. To Korea. Throw in a lil' bit of China whilst you're at it as well. I try not to get envious.
7:24 p.m. - 2007-06-13
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