Overview of a homeless hoboI have been reading people's blogs, and it turns out, i am but one of the only few that blogs almost daily about his life, and insights and whatnots. But its okay, i think i can at least try to accept the fact that i am indeed unique.went out with her yesterday. just walked around, talked, sat down, talked somemore, while she searches in vain for a pair of black pants that doesnt look tai-taiish, or ah maish. My poor legs were killing me. it was more of a bonding session, which is wonderous. She has a wonderful view from her home at night. wish i could have such a view. then i went to my friend's house. The first reaction my friend had when he saw me was that i looked different, and that my hair was more curly. And his mum...like all auntie, think that i perm my hair. Believe me, i rather it not be permed, and be rebonded or something. So i hanged out at my friend's house through the night, with three other friends. Was okay, i should say, plenty of trash talking, trash playing, like trying to get the shortest distance for one stunt for crazy taxi., when we should really be competing for the longest jump. Kelvin got the shortest jump of 1.02m. Nothing to be proud of i suppose, but its a childish guy thing. Watched charlie's angels, full throtle. i prefered the first movie better, cause the plot was better i suppose, but then, i was sleepy, and it was around 5am. Barely kept my eyes awaked. Slept till 10am. went back home, and became not a hobo anymore. Justin ranted at 7:09:00 pm on the |