My Gloom

Burnt with disatisfaction yesterday , now my fingers are fallowing . Ive allowed myself to fallow too much ... from intense playing to goldbricking . My eyes can barely open now ... the eyelids are shutting down themselves ... but still , let me finish off today's entry .

Felt kinda lazy this morning . With an intention , again , of going down to school to hand in my work . SiHan called , but ... guess i didnt wanna go down . Ive completed my work on Schubert , and now everything is done ... but still , kinda lazy . So , i didnt go . Stayed home , tried to compose , but nothing came out no matter how much i forced myself to . Like squeezing dry fruits , how much juice would u get ?

Played games , and read proses and poems .

Kenny then called me , and asked me to check for movie timings . Good , good ... they went out to Bugis , and they didnt call me down . Fine , anyway ... im busy with Mom . We went over to Malaysia , and surprisingly , there wasnt any jam . Was listening to Seal on the car ... its a new CD i bought . Trust me , its bloody good . Seal , a very ugly and scarred man , with angelic voice . Angelic , not like angels which u might perceive , but more like ... a soothing voice . I love his songs , especially some really hot favourites . Anyway , the ride was smooth .

On our way to the restaurant , we saw this horrible long traffic jam on the other way of the flow . Gracious crap , we have to cross our fingers and hope that it wont jam when its our turn out .

The seafood was good . I ate too much , like as usual . Then , i did something illegal , which i wont blog about . A hint ... its the same as the other time .

On our way back , Mom's tyre punctured . We had no choice , but to park the car over at the nearest kiosk . Its Malaysia , and its the Malays that we were afraid of . The kiosk was rather empty , after filling the tank , Mom went to ask around for help . Im not very open to the help of the Malaysians ... mainly because of the fact that many Singaporeans were robbed before , in Malaysia , by Malaysians . Great , thanks to God , there was this Chinese Singaporean . Too bad , we didnt get his name , but we do know that he stays in Sembawang . He was such a kind soul ! He helped Mom with her car tyre , he pumped the air , and helped to even change it ! Where else can u find such a kind soul , other than in heaven ! A man , around his twenties , rather strong built , with short hair and rather tanned too , he drove into Malaysia with an empty tank , and with no other intentions other than to fill them up , he was on his way back to Singapore . Unfortunately for him , he met us . But fortunately for us , he helped us . Without him , seriously ... i wouldnt think we'll be alive . Imagine if we are stuck in the middle of the horrible traffic . I cannot imagine ... but , im sure ... without that man back then , we could be considered dead . If any Malays would come , im pretty sure we're not just in a load of trouble .

The jam was impermeable , not allowing anything to diffuse through . The cars were all squeezing around , without concern for other cars , all by themselves and for themselves . If theres a fire , the main reason why people die , is because ... nobody gives way , its all for themselves , everybody charges towards the exit , and what happens ? Everybody dies .

Finally got out of Malaysia , if not i wouldnt be blogging . Audrey was so bored , she messaged me so eary in the morning , at such late hours . Or early hours ... ? Anyway , im tired now . But maybe im not gonna sleep yet , just watch a movie or something ... ? Should i ? Maybe ...

Well , goodnight to all .

Ur light hits on the gloom of my grave . But even so , the fog will still cover over . The light would never outshine darkness ...