there's something wrong with my comments box. i can get comments. but it doesn't show if there are any comments. weird.

how do i fix it?

yeah, i, tell you something,
i think you'll understand,
when i, say that something,
i wanna hold your hand,

i wanna hold your hand,
i wanna hold your hand.

oh please, say to me,
you'll let me be your man,
and please, say to me,
you'll let me hold your hand,

now let me hold your hand
i wanna hold your hand

and when i touch you,
i feel happy inside,
it's such a feeling that my heart,
i can't hide, i can't hide, i can't hide

yeah you, you got that something,
i think you'll understand,
when i, feel that something,
i wanna hold your hand,

i wanna hold your hand,
i wanna hold your hand,
i wanna hold your hand.

was talking to a friend just now who very casually bought a lottery ticket in hopes of winning at prize of 30 million australian dollars. i was very tempted to laugh in his face and go

'HAH! like you'll ever win.'

but i stopped myself before i could utter those words, thinking. hey, why bring him down? there's ALWAYS a possibility of winning. even though it's next to impossible, there's always hope. so he was thinking aloud, all the things he would buy if he wins the money. a house. a few cars. some well-placed properties here and there. travel. and then,

'what car do you like?'

huh?

'i'm gonna buy you a car.'

huhh?

'but it has to be red. like the one that you have now.'

huhhh??

'and with the red, i'm gonna make sure that it has black spots on it. so then i can officially call it the ladybug!'

WTF

'and i'm going to make the horn sound like the sound a ladybug makes. bzzzz. bzzzz. bzzzzzzz.'

only these kinda people will buy lottery tickets i tell you.

baby post of the day. why do babies get congratulated when they burp, pee and poop? and when they fart, people laugh and say 'oh! how cute!' i burp in public and i get nasty looks. when i say i need to pee, people say, 'pee la! like that also need to tell.' and when i need to poop, people go 'eeyier! come on la! don't have to let us know right?' moral of the story. if there's a baby around and you fart, blame it on the baby.

i'm off to soo yi's place. gonna accompany her while she TRIES to get her assignment done, which was due last friday. no sleep tonight, i won't get, no sleep tonight.

it's getting colder. the wind is starting to blow it's chilliness right into my bones. i struggle to sleep at night due to my colder than usual feet. everytime they starts to feel the slightest bit warmer, a draft suddenly appears from nowhere and freezes them up again. socks don't help. cos somehow, when i wake up in the morning, they're no longer on my feet.

...

was walking around the mall with soo yi earlier just now, and i couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be babies EVERYWHERE. i think there's just recently been a baby boom. not only here but also back home. where did they all come from? did we get hit by some sort of fertility wave that anyone who so much as THINKS of having a baby will suddenly find themselves with child? no, i'm not being cynical or bitter. i'm just jealous. maternal hormones are starting to take over my being even as i start to type this. i just can't help but feel slightly panicky over the fact that i'm 24 this year and that the promise i made myself to have my firstborn before i turn 30 is starting to catch up to me. holy schmoly! it's only 6 more years before i'm 30! i graduate end of the year, start working next year, TRY to build up a career and save SOME money in the next 5 years. it all suddenly seems like time is running out. so weird isn't it? on the other hand, these are supposed to be the best years of my life. i've got my youth, my energy, my vitality and all i can do is WORRY? i'm supposed to be enjoying myself, 'enjoying' my work and of course, enjoying my freedom of NOT having burdens like mortgages and debts to think about. but then, why do i feel as though i don't have that luxury?

last year, when i was back in kl, i attended 4 weddings. thank goodness, there wasn't a funeral. and this year, there's going to be at least 6 weddings to attend and these friends are all, give or take 2 years, around my age! hello bello? where did this sudden craze to get married come about? friends are shacking up together, having kids, getting married. and here i am, still studying. jolly good ol' fruit, i say.

this is how i feel right now. and i miss him.

it's been another couple of months since i last blogged. again it's boiled down to a WHOLE lot of laziness and just a little bit of busy-ness.

as previously logged, the boyfriend came to visit. was extremely happy for those very short 9 days. to put it in his words;

'it was as though i didn't have any worries. everything was perfect'

cliche? i think so too. but very true nonetheless.

so what do i have to do to revive a dying blog. at this point, you're probably going;

'oh no. it's another one of those "how to save my blog from it's diminishing readership" posts'

well, sucks to be you then, doesn't it?

i've joined a gym. if anyone cares. have been going everyday for the last week. except today. i've got a headache. feels like an elephant's stomping around in there. i've been wondering to myself if it's just the 'new brooms sweep clean' mentality i'm going through right now, since i've been going everyday. or could my subconscious be silently egging me on, cheering for me to change my very--what's that word? it's at the tip of my tongue but i can't seem to get it. come on, come on. SEDENTARY! that's it. my subconscious could be silently egging me to, cheering for me to change my very sedentary lifestyle in the hopes of reaching new heights of health and happiness. i don't get that phrase. people keep saying, healthy people are happy people. these 'people' obviously have never been to a gym. because when i'm there, the only kinds of people i see are the ones that are overweight, gritting their teeth and puffing out their very red cheeks trying to catch their breath. they don't look very happy to me. no siree. and have you ever encountered those people who are so regimented in their routine, that if you were coincidentally caught using a weight machine that is part of their routine at their OWN set time, they'd snarl at you and give you very dirty, scary looks, FORCING you to get off 'their' machine. no thank you. i'll just stick to the treadmill and the bicycle thank you very much.

so--why am i going to the gym again? i forgot.

anyone know of how to get rid of headaches? since panadol and nurofen doesn't seem to work for me.