Met Leen for coffee at Starbucks. Or rather, I had the coffee and she had BK to fill her growling tummy. Mostly to keep her company as she studied, but the pigeons freaked her out and we saw this guy's shirt et attacked by icky slimy birdpoo. Poor fella and stupid birds. Got totally hooked onto Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time! that I didn't even notice her taking a picture of me, utterly engrossed in the game.

Got myself a shirt that I've been hunting for high and low. Shite, it's so expensive and I'll need a pair of jeans that actually compliment me and not make my thunderous elephant thighs look like Bratwurst sausages. My new image/fashion consultant. That girl has awesome dressing sense.

Have also agreed that when (and if) I pass my test May 16, we'll spend the weekends traversing Singapore and visiting the zoo, the science center, botanical gardens, the discovery center and everywhere else. Just the two of us with our weird quirky antics and photowhore moments. Maybe even a picnic by the side of the road or drive off to Sentosa and slack at Del Mar till sunset and watch the ang mohs try and pick other local girls up.

Idyllic no?

Met ♥Trex after at Vivo where I finally had a proper meal and he fixed the PSP which he so smartly 'bricked'. Things are back to normal and even the dodgy analog pad is fixed. There's nothing really nice to watch in the cinemas as of late and I'm dreading having to go into the office tomorrow. Such... dreariness. The long weekend was a blast and I truly enjoyed myself and finally got the chance to relax and everything else. Ho well.

Finished the first chapter and the prologue to Without Remorse (I know I know I need a better catchier name but it's been eluding me), but I sense that it feels a lil' flaky. Espionage, mercenary, assassinations and the like are all interesting. But I'm not quite sure what the plot is, everything's all sketchy and I'm writing as things come into my head. Bad planning (and oh I cancelled tomorrow's acoustic session. wheeee). Even trawling fanfiction.net isn't helping.

Need my muse. Need ideas. Need to head to Borders and pick up one of those books and find some form of inspiration.

I keep getting this feeling that there's something more. Just right there beneath the surface and I need to find the right things to say to scratch it all out. Damn I hate this. Why am I left to regurgitate everything when I have to poke and prod answers without having any form of consolidated spontaneous response?

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