well. it's a little over 1.30 in the morning and i'm feeling like i'm an English tourist suffering from jet lag cause it's 5.30 pm 'back home'. i'm missing my scones and Earl Grey. missing Twickets my Scottish Terrier who should be running about the garden with Trovey my Siamese cat. if i were at 'home' right now, i'd be sitting in my divan, parked on the veranda, SIPPING my Earl Grey, NIBBLING my scones and WATCHING my dog and cat play, in between quick headline glances of the Daily Tribune.

if only i were and Englishman.

anyway, besides that totally obscene random burst of lameness and stupidity, i had quite an alright day.

i was slumped in the chair in LT5, listening to the damn chemistry lecturer about Mass Spectrometry[or whatever it is], when my phone vibrated in my pocket. i welcomed the break and read the message from Lan. he invited me to his house to "pai [or is it bai] nian". he told me to go to his crib at 1.30 but i told him i had school till 2.30. his reply was enlightening. he just told me to skip and i thought, "why the hell not?" so i sat in for one last period which was chemistry tutorial, something no one dared to skip, and walked out when the bell rang at 1pm. i went to PP and waited under Lan's block with Dom, Kenneth and Elina. then Colin came, and Lan finally appeared with his beau. we all went up to his place and slacked there. we played blackjack and i lost like $2, the most out of the rest of the players. gambling's just not my thing.

we screwed the blackjack. i welcomed that notion the most. we went down to the court and played against some saints. we played like shit and i'm not going to talk about it. bottom line is we played like shit.

okay, know what? i'm going to fuck using the damn asteriks to censor my fucking entries.

okay, i just considered the fact that parents might be reading them and they make me sound crude. so i'll use the asteriks when i feel like it. except for this entry. it's the grumpy Englishman missing his scones and Earl Grey in me that's doing this, i swear.

so...yeah we played like shit. then went for Ash-Wednesday-which-happens-to-be-on-a-Friday mass. ate dinner with a few of the league people. then i let myself fall victim to time's engulfing embrace till it was time to go home.

crap, i really can't sleep and i have to wake up early tomorrow to help my mom with her office's CNY bonanza. it's basically helping her run the gambling den she's making her office into. ah fuck it. i'd rather stay up and finish some material for Werd. oh and a shout out to Vic : dude, we NEED you. so quit your fucking job already and jam with us dammit! *random whistling*

oh my goodness, my blog is becoming a dumping ground for my lame-ness-ness-ity-lism-ism. fuck it anyway.

crap, i don't know why i'm swearing so much. it's the crude Englishman's fault. let's call him Herbert. right, it's HERBERT's fault.

okay i'm going too far. i'll just stop myself here.

"Faded, like a dream
It faded, like a dream
And maybe, it's just a dream
Faded..."