here on my third day, many new things to report.

just had my first homeless dinner, sitting on the awnings of a church eating popeyes with my friendly carwasher/crack supplier/gunrunner friend and a crackwhore, and now blogging while waiting for my new .25acp browning mini pistol, while picking up weed on the floor and arguing with another guy over whose it was.

i.... can't wait to get out of this neighbourhood and into my bloody safe hostel. guns and knives and stunguns and baseball bats aside, i still wouldn't want to stay here, cos' here, i'm the nigger. :(

Came back from bkk a couple of days ago, headed off to hk in the morning.

lots of people in the house means i can't sleep. cos' both my parents are bunking in my room tonight. sigh.

leaving for the us for exchange soon as well, which means i'm starting to miss alot of people in singapore, especially those i never realised i would till now. i guess it's true what they say that you never treasure those around you until they're...going to be gone, for a while at least.