If there’s one thing i find most difficult to do among others - it’s to say i’m sorry. i’m just bad at saying sorry. it’s as if there’s a cling film making it difficult for the words to spill out of my system. i’m not talking bout those ’sorry i stepped on your shoe’ kinda thing. i’m talking about the ’serious sorries’. tonight i said sorry to someone a dozen times. even then it was most definitely not enough. now i’m afraid of losing this person. in fact, i’m afraid i’ve lost already.
I went to klcc today to take some photos for an assignment (which only took 30 minutes) and happily spent the rest of my time there super layaning myself. I was telling myself over and over again that i would NOT buy anymore books in kinokuniya cos i still have about 8 books in waiting to read at home. so. i ended up buying a FAIRY CALENDAR for HALF PRICE whoopee!!! the moment i saw it i was like ‘omg!’ and clung to it the whole time (it was the last one you see *cough*). Then i couldn’t help but get a Degas book as well… i’m really into Edgar Degas. Somehow i managed to keep on recognising his paintings even tho i didn’t know much bout him then.
I realise that i actually get as much satisfaction buying arty stuff as i do with clothes. Perhaps it’s also cos i have damn alotta clothes already… and too little arty stuff to inspire me more. 
On the way home in the lrt, on RUSH hour somemore, fuck me man… i ended up standing near this seat hoping that the woman will get off soon so i can rest my big ass on it. and she did. and this bloody malay girl pushed me slightly even tho *I* was the one RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SEAT and promptly sat down. fuck, i just stared at her and thought to myself ‘ok whatever la, i don’t want to sit down THAT much since malay people are so lazy anyway* ‘ so i leaned against the pole with my ass facing her and wished i could FART right at that moment. too bad i don’t know how to force it like some guys know how to. damn. 
*i’m not racist i swear. i was just bitching. 
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