Another day

Another day pass, another week gone just like that. I am still where i am.

Feeling happy. Ate durian yesterday, ate durian today and if my father dun stop buying durians, im gonna start puking soon.

Eyes feeling tired from staring at the computer screen. Overslept and was late for work every day this week. Drats....My brain seems to be full of information but these information just doesn't seem to link together into a proper dissertation.

Watch the news yesterday, feel sad....

Price for recycled papers has dipped drastically. 1 kg of old newspapers which can be sold for $0.70 are worth jus $0.14 now. Can't imagine wats gonna happen to all the old old ah ma that survives on collecting old cupboard for a living. Feel so sad for them. The 1 more empty Coke can that i pass to them, the 3 more pkt of tissues dat i bought from them, will it help, does it help?

Don't like what im doing now, but do i have a choice? 24 years of living and what have i achieve?

I am someone whom u can call, nice, friendly, truthful, i am one who can talk to anyone anywhere under any part of Singapore, even under void decks.

But so what.