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Date : Friday, December 28, 2007
Time : 11:58 pm

woke up relatively early, despite the fact that i couldn't sleep as thoughts were just running through my mind the moment i closed my eyes. fell asleep in the end, by some unglam way.
actually got woken up by the a phone call from Cara, asking me if i was free in the afternoon. so i forced myself to go out, instead of facing the four walls in my room. well, some how i was just relief to be able to get myself occupied. otherwise i would seriously be suffering.

journey down to town wasn't that good. even though i was plugged in with my ipod, full blast, those thought some how still managed to creep their way into my mind. i looked around the cabin, looking at the people inside. some how i started to tear. not wanting it to happen, i composed myself immediately, and turned to my phone for some 'salvation'. i simply just had to get myself occupied. but its like the moment i slid my phone up, a msg came in.
'eh, where are you now?'
its like the phone kept me occupied, instead of me keeping myself in the phone. =/ i was just totally, 'thank goodness' that kind of reaction. rest of the journey was kinda okay until i reached Dobby Ghaut, cause was suppose to meet at PS. as i started walking towards the exit, the thoughts came back again. some how, i just had the urge to go down to the end of NEL, but i knew it wasn't possible. it just wouldn't happen for me, at that point of time. went up to PS, outside and waited for Cara, as she was l-a-t-e. haha. then after that met her fren. he's quite nice la. quite funny at times.haha. got tickets for National Treasure, then went down Long John for lunch or rather brunch. i didn't really had the appetite, but still ate. the show was GOOD. its like way way way much better the I am Legend. total thriller, with all the twist here and there. worth catching.
oh and i got to blog abt this. i find it quite funny. if you guys have been to the movies recently, you know got the reminder to off your phone, by Fann Wong and the guys. the phone rang and the sound came from the right of the cinema and the uncle who was sitting on my left actually turned to his right and see la. i was seriously laughing away. it was damn funny.haha. okayy.nvm..heh
finished the show, and we were going down on the escalator and i noticed something different.

okay Cara, you know what i mean, shall i be a nice fellow and blog abt it? haha.oh wells.

okay back to where i stop..and we were just practically walking all around town. walk walk walk, trained to Orchard and walk walk walk, like walking aimlessly. the Heeren to Tangs to Taka. all over the place. till time was kinda calling us. Cara had to go, I had to go, so her fren had to head home. poor fella, live at Changi and come all the way to town without bringing much cash for shopping. so i guess he headed home.
trained back to Dobby Ghaut, caught 14 to Katong. met bro, played awhile of lan to relieve myself. then went to church for music practice. even though i wasn't on duty, but i still went down. okay..so i made the promise that i wouldn't hurt myself. its not broken yet. so i kinda vented all my frustration on the drum set, surely i am allowed to do that. and let me clarify one thing. playing the drums loudly and whacking them hard doesn't mean that i am a violent person, so yaa. but somehow, the practice was quite okay.finished then headed home which is where i am now. yup.



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