in celebration of slained hopes

i have lots of thing to talk about and random comments to make. but i am lazy.
i shall attempt but not expect to make any sense at all

the title is quoted from a movie i just watched on scv. a famous super model (acted by someone soo not skinny, the size of the bridget jones diary gurl with super elongated legs and buck teeth) has an affair with a cab driver (who actually is a rich has-been-writer hence the title and all the charming love poems that bowls her over) whom she met on his cab and thus keeps going over to his house for tea (sex) but in the end returns to her "hotter" and equally famous and rich husband.
i watched it with the wonderful acompaniment of instant noodles, 7up, butter toast and cereal.

i din wake up in time for art this morning. i reallie reallie wanted to go. but it's body over mind today
josh cancelled out on me :(
that's another week added to the thousand and one years i haven touched the pool table
played the piano from 10 to 11 and computer games from 11 to 5 though. hehee
with in between breaks of mee goreng, prawn mee, mango, coffee bread, chicken soup, garlic bread and cereal.
another un-accomplishment.. unfinished gp compre
dun u love weekends? i lurrrve weekends but now i realize that there is less than 24 hrs to monday! oh horrors.

my kopi bean and teh leaf
:)