b'daes. food. they go hand in hand. never seperated. never torn apart from each other. a loving couple's relationship that last for one could remember. well how much can one eat? im amazed at my limts. afternoon lemon grass feast, dinner sakae sushi, desert tang yuan and fruits. not forgetting marche the day before. the dough spent on food could sustain me for a month, or more. my digestive system's been working overtime, trying to break down the food. so much so i became so tired after every meal. i could hear the cries of my internal organs:
"spare us, spare us, we can't handle this much!!", Stomach screamed
"plz, i beg for ur mercy!", Kidney cried.
"u sot ah, giving us OT on ur b'dae!", Liver shriek.

mum's having bodyshop-syndrome again. her buying frenzy is freaking me out. we probably have all bodyshop's products, in excess. saw this really cool chocolate-orange shower gel. didnt manage to get it cos i didnt really need the other stuff in the package. but it was cool, perfect for a choco/fruit lover. aye. im dead. i need to do: describe excerpt from a book, complete 4 stories, tcs resume, programming for project. all before wed. and i didnt even touch one of them. send for the undertakers.

woot. check out the new sprite extreme lemon.

im tired. mentally. physically. i wanna rest. i wanna eat a good dinner. i wanna chill out at cafes without worrying about projects. i wanna take a bus back without thinking about the project. i dont wanna go school. i want my bed. i want to sleep the whole day. every night i go to bed thinking of the project. i want my holiday. so many things on my mind. im going nutz. im having a bad headache every day. ill stop my rant. its not helping much.

Too sick for breakfast
The car wouldn't start
The train was really full
No he didn't want to work
The houses all the same
Now here's the rain
Not falling it's collapsing at his feet
A deep breath and he clocks on
Raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear
But the trip's in vain coz awaiting him
A lay-off notice and his severance pay
He shuffles back to the train again

You gotta love this city.

the days he lies in bed
nothing in his head
not for pray
time to rise and take them on
so he tracks on
tracks on in the town
his never down
when his walking one in hundred in a crowd
The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
and its truth and dear
in a one big night
here he loves his city

Hold in court in Taylors square proper
the man he could become
Lear's Fool is a bum now
With seven holy parcels by his side

You gotta love this city

(excerpts from "You gotta love this city" by The Whitlams.