photo credits to eugene.

reached my door at 2 in the morning and couldnt find my keys. too many dramas these months..keys keys keys. feel bad about waking my mom up but i cant sleep on the steps can i.

before the keys, we were prawning.

prawn fishing at a different farm with a different bunch of people at a different time of the day is different prawn-affair altogether. this group of people is definitely barbaric and easily entertained. they are not at all qualmish about unhooking the poor prawns or sticking sticks right through the suffocating things. the boys made one or two foamed and broke almost all them pincers; some of the heads almost came off. my dear florence even stabbed one struggling prawn with absolute violence. yeaaa they are afterall just you know seafood.

whats more exciting to me was eugene's frantic chase for his last bus and train. alex was speeding on the highways and eugene was eventually saved after several disappointments, and was left to rock home alone with a bus captain who opened and closed the doors at every stop even though there was nobody. the rest of us happily had supper, where we too were "harassed" by an indian mate who was either high on drugs or drunk.






the logic is, if i keep them to myself, nobody will know.