i’m so bored of Singapore right now.. wish i have the moolahs to go somewhere far, somewhere cold, somewhere with mountains.. New Zealand sounds good right about now..

now i’m having a stomachache..

and i’m listening to Where The Streets Have No Name..

i wish i can say something deeper other than “I hate my hair”..

and i wish i can say something more brilliant than “Not that anyone can see my hair”..

Halimah’s running away tomorrow, at least she’s going somewhere for the next three weeks..