from curryland with boredom

its been a good ten days since i left home, and here i am, smack in the middle of curryland aka brunei.

nothing much has changed since the last time i was here, save for the couch in the room, which is even more rundown and ratty than ever. cant believe it could get any worse. and YY stepped a hole into the already lousy upholstery. powerful legs.

food from the cookhouse is crap as usual. i dun christen the place curryland for nothing i tell ya. gosh they can make curry out of absolutely anything. i kid u not. apart from the usual fish, chicken, mutton etc, wat do we have? curry fishballs! and they make curry out of broccoli too! and lady's fingers! wat next? yesterday's apples??

the pace here is generally... slooww. everyone does everything at his own speed, and even the dogs outside the camp pad along slower. food takes ages to arrive.

been eating alot of kaya toast lately. u people should try some too. heavenly sia! whenever all of us are bumming around in the bunk, i'd make some for myself every now and then. i think i average about a loaf a day. guess i should curb myself, if even lualua can do that lol. as a result, ive acquired a very sexy, husky voice. very man. maybe i can use it to charm some babe huh. yeah right.

bullshit. a very sore throat more likely. i sound very raspy now, and words have to be squeezed out. a big fat gray frog croaking in his death throes would prolly sound nicer than me. all that pi pa gao wasn't enough protection against the army of Sing Kee homemade kaya and Gardenia enriched white bread i guess.

played a lot of soccer. prolly played more in the last few days than the whole of last year combined. was once again reminded that i got two left feet. ran like a headless chicken all over the field. but its getting betta i think. getting a slightly betta inkling of how to actually move with the ball.