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4:07 p.m. || 2005-02-06
[mood: fuzzly, in a bad way 
]
My ear block has dissipated after I ate lunch. I'm not sure, but I feel so much better without having it clogging up the right side of my head. There's soccer fellowship today, but my mom wanted me to go accompany her to do some shopping of something. We met Uncle Yap in Times Centrepoint and he gave my brother and I fifty dollars each.
I do suppose some things happen for a reason.
Anyway, chicken, cold beverages and some phlegm-inducing foods are off-limits. What's phlegm-inducing is a new drink I found that's called Frutee, a cranberry-grape juice infusion. It does give you a kick of lemonade, but it certainly made me want to clear my throat every seven seconds.
I take it back, maybe being tan so quickly isn't all that good. Steph and Claire saw me and asked what happened. Stephanie said I was black (!, haha, that was not very normal for me at all, me being fair) and Claire said I should've just gone to Sentosa if I wanted to deep fry myself. She was right, but I guess, I did have fun at Escape yesterday, doing all sorts of stupid things. I think I also have 7 different tan lines from yesterday.
My brother also bought another copy of GTA in hopes of avoiding the glitch in our games. Well, unfortunately, when I tried the new disc out, it was as identical in glitch-factor as the first game. So Mark cursed and swore about the fact that the ten dollars could've been used to get a more brain-pumping Silent Hill 3. He tried Silent Hill 4: the Room today and I quietly hid behind the Constantine article of FiRST magazine, curiously eyeing the brown-yellow cinematography of the gameplay and the too-silent ambience of the overall environment while trying to concentrate on what the sight-for-sore-eyes Keanu Reeves had said in print. In other words, the intro may not have been as scary as Resident Evil, but it still threatened to make me piss my pants. Although, the story concept is rather interesting, what with the real world and haunted alternate world (first person-third person cyclings) intertwining. The blurry, shaky images of wandering, floating ghoulies are creepy, the sudden, mysterious male screaming is exciting, but nothing really irks me more of the gutteral moan of a hungry undead once-human freakazoid that's got an almost literal bottomless stomach. Hence, it's always resident evil over silent hill.
*shivers*. Just thinking of that first time watching my brother as Christopher Redfield is already chill-driving. Which is why sometimes I really hate being alone in my small HDB flat. Especially when I get home in dark hours alone in an empty lift lobby. The stairs are rubbish because I don't only have to climb seven floors, but I always remembered the eerie red glow emanating from the six floor inhabitant, where the house was directly in front of the stairs and there was alot of strange noises coming from it. I always said my prayers when I reached there, and miraculously always managed to rekindle a fresh burst of speed to whizz to my front door. Thank goodness whoever (whatever!) that was living in that creepy place moved out. Bleh.
I can't seem to effectively fill my stomach these days. I'll eat until I'm satisfactorily full, but I can still down a couple more things, which will everntually evolve into a hunger pang that I want to avoid. I don't like feeling hungry, and I think I'm going to hit the age where I finally put on weight. All my cousins were skinny like me, until they came to about 18 to 20 then the pounds started to pile. But then again, sometimes that could be a side effect from smoking or drinking. Ah well. Eat and be happy. I always liked a chubber to hug. All my dad's fault. They (whoever they are) always say that you tend to fall for people like your parent (son=girlfriends like their mother, daughter=boyfriends like their father). My father's always been fat, so I guess that kind of gives you an idea of what I think is cute.
At last, since I have this cough the doctor said that I couldn't sleep in an air-conditioned room, which isn't bad at all, because I get to sleep in my room. I have my room but I don't sleep in it, which completely defeats the purpose of having a bed in your so-called room. Sighs. Oh well.
I have a beef craving. Uh oh.
Guess it's time to sign off. There's church camp on the 16th to 18th of June. Hopefully school won't be a clash.
No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
