Errrr.......

I suspect... I'm suffering from some kind of psychosis problem..
It's very disturbing to find myself getting soooo upset when i don't get to eat when all i think of is food....
I'm not a glutton or anything like that, but judging from the way i behaved earlier, it's quite scary.
I was a wreck. Till i put some potato wedges in the oven, i became calmer..
IT'S NOT FUNNY OKAY. It's a very serious matter.
Y'know what, I'm starting to think i am not very normal. What the heck, i know many might already think that way,
but i seriousssly feel that as i get older, my ways, mannerisms, are signs of my eccentricism...
I hope i don't have to grow old alone... Cos' i know i might end up on the streets like those cranky people one sees around here these days...

Example one:
Old man talks loudly to nobody in particular at Heeren's Spinelli's and picks up plastic cup from rubbish bin and pours his own drink innit.

Example two:
An Indian Eurasian man in Marine Parade is always walking in a quick pace. He walks past you saying "excuse me, can i have a dollar?" and doesn't bother waiting for you to fish out $.

Example three:
Marine Terrace chalk-haired lady always in flowery PJs in a dreamy state standing around asking for money or like yesterday when i saw her, she was on a bench staring straight ahead with many condensed milk cans next to her.

Example four:
Almost skinny woman from upstairs seen very often in the past lugging big bags of newspapers with her hair pin up in a very ah-soh way. She has this very scary mad woman expression.
Dada always jokes about screaming if she touches him in the lift. I wonder what happened to her.. Haven't seen her in ages..

There you have it, a few of the quirkiest people i've come across.