one more drink, and then I'll go.

I hope I'm wrong, but it seems like I've lost a part of my sense of humour. I am seriously starting to worry that my brain may actually be dying and it took my funny bone along (by the way do you know what we actually HAVE a funny bone? I thought it was metaphorical but it's not and isn't science EXCITING?) sometimes when I'm talking to friends I seem to be at a loss for words- usually when this happens I say something funny because I hate dealing with awkward situations but I have nothing embarrassing to blurt out! it's a terrible feeling and when I'm desperate I just give a hearty, shrieky laugh to distract people from the fact that I am actually stupid.

anyway, because I don't really know if this entry even has a point, an hour ago I was reading my best friend's blog and I cracked up at the things we used to say and do. so bin bodoh! I seem to be everywhere and she describes me exactly the way I am in person- oddly funny, the sort of sidekick you would expect to make a remark on everything in really memorable ways, if I do say so myself. I mean sometimes I genuinely think I'm hilarious, but then again so is she, that nora woman.

tomorrow (or today, later in the afternoon) I'm going to pay my brother a visit at his newly-decorated house. my God I have no idea how much he spent on the interior, but I guess quite a deal since he has bathroom tiles like the ones at Vivocity and David Gan's freaking lamp (my mother was looking at the things he bought and exclaimed EH NI DAVID GAN PUNYA LAMPU! because apparently he owns one exactly like that. true story you know). I'm kinda excited, although I know when I have my own home I am never going to let anyone else give me tips on interior decorating, since I don't want anything to match in my house. it's interesting that they say your home says alot about you.