im moving at a snail's pace... i get so deviated from my goal. my goal which i am suppose to have completed last week. yeah im kinda of a procrastinist to a certain extent, but arnt we all eh? (eyes you) hahaha... i need to redo my room and so far i've come up with the concept of lounging and a study intertwined with each other, though i think i did end up lounging more than studying. i came up with the colour scheme that is almost monochromatic with a hint of purple, something like what you see in the ikea catalog. intend to extend my room to the tiny balcony outside my window, well its not a balcony its... more... like a tub.. lol a planter box sort of Thing that isnt here nor there. it can comfortably fit 1 maaaybe two if its cosy... imagine just sipping wine and having a good book, nostaligic. Not bad i thought to myself, not bad indeed. My mom grimiced at the idea, but i still got it my way... ah well, she proved her interior design skills wernt auite there when she tried to redo the toilet. one word, pink. yes its completely pink like how a walrus comes up to sun bathe on the hot steaming slate of his domain. eugh.

it get bloody hot in my room during the afternoon because my room faces the west and gets a full blast of the sun every afternoon, so by evening i did be smokin'~! hahaha... im so gonna put up blinds.

but you know thats the past and besides the contractor was a bastard, i mean he came into the house and did such a shoddy job that the pipes started leaking. CON-tractors as they say. but these are the bad apples that ruin the reputation of the rest eh?

oh, i recall something, something i watched on tv. was watching Situation critical and this journalist said, "now was my big moment! i wanted to get in there, there was something about being Shot at you know, something tt gets me all excited, guess i've watched too many movies"

i was like Oh hell i wouldnt wanna be at the end of tt bullet. seen too many videos of guys getting shot up by others and how one taliban fella ran from a building to another and 40 others opened fire... he just crumbled, no glorious death just, like he tripped over a rock and didnt get up. God life is so transient. i do often think of this as i cycle, everytime i view lights coming up in my periferal vision i keep thinking what will happen is he gonna hit me with his side mirror and fling me off course and into something hard tt did spilt my head open? mind you im going at over 30km/h obviously it scares me! especially with such close encounters that happened to me before. i think the closes was the incident with a bus. damned bus driver Haddd to get into the bus stop no matter what. almost grinded me against the kerb my wheels were grinding the kerb! little more and i dare not imagine what did happen to me.

Yeah! i pointed the middle finger at him when i rode by.

i should keep a basket in front, you know e ones kept by market aunties escept i did keep all e rocks and nails in it Hehehe... lol. use when necessary.