Thanks.

A kind soul mailed my wallet back.
cash and all.

People do have hearts I guess.




Nothing of note to blog about.
Did the usual friday night thing with the gang at happy daze.
at happy daze, you get happy and dazed.

which is not bad.



Going off now. Weather is real good this afternoon.
going to chill.

Dear friends.

I have lost my wallet.

with it.

100 Dollars in 2 fifty dollar notes.

Assortment of coins.

Identity Card.

EZ link card.

ATM card.

Subway Card fully redeemed good for one 6 inch sandwhich.

1 Coffee bean card fully redeemed for one drink

and 1 Jupiter's Cafe card with 7 stamps.

This little piece of cloth. with fabric painting on it. Which someone made long ago.

I feel lousy.

The money was meant for something.

But now. There is nothing.

The hardest hit. Is the piece of clothe and the wallet itself. Which was a gift.

I just wish for some kind soul who would mail my wallet back to me.




I dont care if the money is gone. I just want my things back which were of sentimental value to me.

Tired.already.


I've just realised that its like a weekend day tomorro. No work on thrusday. But I dont have anything to do on wednesday night.






I could go out and have a wild time partying.


I could go hang out with friends.



I could stay at home and watch dvds.





or.
I could take the effortand time to talk things out.


but I wont.
because I dont feel like it.
because .........
I'm scared?

but then. all fears are irrational.
Only when you not understand someone or something.
Do you fear.
If you know what is going to happen. You shouldnt fear it.
The only "genunine" fear one could have could be the fear of the unknown.

it makes me feel as tho i am left hanging.
uneasy.
extreme fustration. with no avenue to let it all out.
No one to talk about it to.
dont like to tell others.
get that same bad feeling over and over again.
premonitions are scary shit.


daym. this is depressing.
alright, i got to go.
no tear jerker shit am I going to tolerate.



ciao ppl.
btw. i hate my tea lady.
she tells tales.
she sported me sleeping in me cubicle.
by lunch. most of the office knew.
but I dont care.
fiacking tea lady.
I gonna learn some real mean cantonese profanities and use it on her.

Gg night ladies and gents.

:]



who says money cant make you happy?





80 dollars.

every single dollar well spent.




I've got the new internazionale home jersey.
hah.