I only just remembered this:

Christina told me she dreamt of me during the sleepover at cheryl's house! Which got me excited awhile because it's cool to be the stuff dreams are made of,till she said that she dreamt i died! Like,i messaged her and grace on Tuesday to wish them both good luck for CTs and i apparently got knocked down by a car subsequently.

I wasn't really affected much, thanks to judy blume because i remember from her book that in jewish custom if you dream someone died that someone is going to fall in love. It seems that a quick survey of google results for"dreamt friend died car accident" mostly throws up things like life-changing event going to occur, that friend means a lot to you etc.

Hm. Life-altering.falling in love! Seems like something to look forward to.

Let's talk about today. Today on the bus home i saw an old woman who was pretty fleshy. as she was reaching for a handle to hold as the bus was moving off, i saw (immediately) a big blob of armpit fat!and really obvious armpit hair pores and some long fine armpit hairs. The memory is still pretty vivid now. Then a split second later i saw this nice trim young girl jogging past.

Since everything happens for a reason the lesson point from here is: exercise like female number 2 to avoid turning into female number 1! In view of the regression of my physical fitness this is really pertinent now! No blobs of armpit fat for me, ever!!

As i was walking home i saw an old man reaching into the rubbish bin at the bus stop to gather discarded soft drink cans.

And when i was about to reach home i got really scared because there was this bunch of punks at the void deck and they were pretty raucous! Like, girl on golden-haired boy's lap and boy trying to kiss her! Ew! I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.

That's a lot of social observations for a day

I gathered more this few days thinking about what's going on in my friendships. I realised that thanks to God i'm not alone. But still the feeling of being alone has never been more acute than it is now. I don't really care because(1) friends are like melons (2) i'd rather spend my time with 1 good melon than 99 bad ones even if to the average onlooker i look less of a loner with 99 bad melons (3) bad melons make me bad as well (4) bad melons don't appreciate and understand me as much as i am willing to do so for them (5) just because 5 is a good number. Solitude is where epiphanies arise!

I think in my entire life i've known at least 300 people? So i'll have 3 good friends. That's not bad. Compared to 297 bad melons.

Bad melons sounds like a cute band name.