The Chinese mid year today was nothing but eating candle wax-strange Chinese proverb.
Fuck it lah. Dad has come back from
Went out to Serangoon North today after the paper to look for designer mice. All I found were three mangy looking bastard rodents. Sigh, the mice I have look so much better than them, to think that I actually feed my mice chicken food and the pet shops feed theirs sunflower seeds…
Then, I went to the marine parade regional library. It was my first time there and I thought the idea of having to climb so many flights of stairs to reach the reference section was way chill in such cool air conditioning. Borrowed books four (emulating ‘kisses four’ in Keat’s La Belle Dame sans Merci). The were as follows: Pythons and boa constrictors, Guide to Mice, Rats and Gerbils, the Virgin Suicides and Birdcage. Birdcage being somewhat of a gay themed book by gay writer Robert Rodi. The Vagina Monologues was supposed to be in the accused library put was no where to be found. Suspect that it might be stuck up someone’s cunt rather than on the ENS shelf. Then I went to meet aunt at parkway with my mother and her mahjong kakis, were I was complemented for wearing faggoty shoes, “obscene” socks and wearing shorts for an exam. It’s not what you think because they like faggots anyway…Aunty later bought some strange sony-ericsson phone which is so foreign to me for $600 when she traded in her Motorola v60.. I don’t know, but apparently it has somewhat of a palm pilot thing in it and neither of us knew how to use the new phone.
Am somewhat in a wonderful mood, even if I have unspoken problems with cheng chai. Stressed out, but amiable.