Currently, I am rotting to death at home.

Seriously, my routine is: wake up, eat breakfast, channel surf, bathe, eat lunch, read, sleep, sleeeeeep, wake up, surf the net, eat dinner, bathe, channel surf, sleep.

Not exactly productive, eh?

Okay, I admit, it was kinda nice doing this once or twice, but if I keep up with this, I'll turn into a brain-dead lunatic.

Crikey, Steve Irwin is dead!

That was the headlines of the article. Yep. I remembered watching a movie he starred in just recently in june. Yep. And now he's dead as a door nail. Whatever that means.

Yesterday my sister was telling me the news, in the afternoon.

The phone conversation went like this:

Sis: Eh, buy strawberry milk tea for me leh.
Me: Hai, but I no money!
Sis: Aiyarh, but I sometimes also got help you buy one.
Me: Can I buy cheese maki for you instead?
Sis: NO! Anyway, Steve Irwin died leh.
Me: Huh?
Sis: Yea, he was killed by a stingray.
Me: Huh, so sad.
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Pardon the bad english, but hey, singlish rocks mah. Screw the speak good english thingy.
:P

I'm bored stiff. Stiff. Bored. Blah. BORING. Snore.

I haven't packed my luggage! And the flight is in four days.. I guess I just don't feel the urge to do so. I'll pack on friday!! :)

I'm at the esplanade website checking out the Forbidden City timeslots.
09 Sep 2006, Sat 3.00 PM
The next show starts at 8.00 PM.
What? The show is at least 3 hours long, I think. Oh NOO.

I'm not very much into theatrics. Plus, it's not even a comedy!! OH NO.
Let's cross our fingers and pray that the show isn't half as dry as the history textbook. Or a history teacher, for the matter. Nor twice.

But still, anything which lets me go out of the house is okay, I guess.
Ta.