running on empty

finished class at 11 just now, didn't have anything to do
sat around, waiting and waiting, then got tired of waiting,
went to the book store, seeing the long list of eager students queing to buy the latest edition of "the underworkings of chemical disorder" or something like that - read: school text, i scooted out of the store - not worth it, to queue up just to pay for a 50 cents pen

talking about 50 cents, the pimp song keeps playing in my head since i heard in from an ah lian shop at jp just now

it started raining on my home in the afternoon - not that kind of torrential downpour we've been getting in the early mornings nowadays over here, but just a light drizzle, the kind where the rhythm is erratically slow, sort of an addictive musical harmony, which soothes and lulls the mind to sleep

where was i, yah 50 cents.

so what can 50 cents buy you in singapore these days,,, not much, but you'll still be able to get these

1, 1/2 hour parking coupon from a stranger in the parking lot,
2, a bagedil from the makcik who'll give you a dirty look and tell you that there'll be someone who won't be able to eat his rice with tha potato patty later on,
3, a ball point pen, the one where you use your thumb to press the trigger for the nib to eject from its holster, which will almost always stain your shirt if you are silly enough to put in in your shirt pocket
4, a packet of sustenance in the form of 3 oreos from the vending machine
5, a pineapple "ceduk" drink from theuncle who sneezes into his hands first before proceeding to complete your order without of course, wiping his hands, that's where the sacharine sweetness of the drink comes from beb

gladly sad that tomorrow's friday i guess  ¶ 7:52 pm