caught cape 07 at tiong bahru w yee & clone.
haha. rotten foot zz couldnt come out. aww.
chose tiong over northpoint cos .. never been there?
anw. the show was alright. i'll only pass it. 2.5/5.
cos we couldnt figure out whats the link between the old love story & the present one.
but van's song got super stuck in our heads la. tsk.

& the good ting abt tiong is that it has 2starhub shops. pfff. abit no economic sense.
anw, i now noe that i can upgrade my plan w/o bidding goodbye to my red phone.
& i wouldnt need to wait 2more yrs if i were wan to change phone after i upgrade my plan.
right?
i hope they understood wad i was asking them & .. vice versa. tsk.

and then, for some reason unknown a bout of emo-ness hit me on the way home.
re-read and re-read 03 smore.
i could still feel all the feelings i felt that night. fresh&painful.
but its ok, most of the time those feelings are turned off.
i still tink im pretty stubborn.
still cant be moved; wont budge.

in the end,

i still went for the squash dinner thing @ MS's Seoul Garden.
Seoul Gdn is still.. not my type of place.
althou adrian trying to convince me hes gay is pretty lol.
a walk down to spore flyer wouldve been nice.
but bday boy needa go home & shit. lol. so home it was.

before that was walking arnd town n MS with budbud.
thans papa chong n mama chong for the ride in the new car mann! lol.
&my ankles hurt frm all the walking!

were talking abt the possible matchmake. lol.
jus reinforced that all ive ever wanted was in you.
mm hmm.

for all other matters, i just dont care. shouldnt anyway.
i shouldnt have let myself accustom to it in the first place.

*cry for you - september rings

me: hello?
bel: eh gladys ah i needa ask u smth
me: orh wad
bel: how to start the car ah?
me: ... u mean u needa moveee the car?? wheres he?!
bel: ya MOVE the car.
me: . dots. ok is the engine on? (i tot she wana ask me howta TWIST the key)
bel: ya on. i wana noe the steps. like clutch first or wad wadwad first.
me: ....!! errr step on clutch, go gear one..
bel: then no need step brake ah?
me: err.. yaya need!
bel: okok now in neutral gear.
me: k clutch in, shift go gear 1, meanwhile right leg on brake.
bel: then the handbrake leh??
me: !! ok. clutch in, gear 1, brake n release handbrake.
bel: ok then? i wan the step by step process.
me: . oooooooooook. clutch in, shift go gear 1, meanwhile right leg on brake, release handbrake, abit accelerator, slowly release clutch.
bel: oh ok! i call u later. bye!!
me: LOL!! bye.

ahhahahha i cannot stop laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!! like a revision man. only that i dont tink i need it. hahaha.

so i msged her:
me: hahahah eh really very funny leh u! the more i tink the funnier it is. hahahah.
bel: wad lor. cos the last lesson i ask him den he tell me. but i forget le wad. so call u n ask lor.

hahhahaha. i love my gf. (:

i swear.
FREAKKKKING swear i wouldnt ever fall again.
its really wasted im not there to witness it all.
but regardless,
I SHALL DRILL IT INTO MY HEAD.

ok, IN THE END
part-retards (with ckwl mia-ing), met up for HSM 3!
met up with that ahfeefee first.
am not going to try to remember how many freeking times we walked up and down ps & the cathay. zzz.
&&& we didnt get to eat our japanese dinner!! )): sadness.
but i wont forget he made me wait for him for >45mins;
missing 9 190s, 5 171s & countless other buses!
hes lucky it was becos he was being a good bro. so hes forgiven.


but eventually i bought sashimi into the cinema. lol.
the show was better than expected la.
i prefer the fewer, longer and more elaborate dance scenes in HSM 3 > than the short but many dance scenes in HSM 2.
but still, that louis lye still crack up loudly for the slightest of reason. LOL.
typical.

for me, the camwhoring at the orchard bus stop, on 171 & at hwachong bus stop made up for all the sian-ness i was feeling the whole day. :D
credits to who else but my wth-bud who always snaps and snaps thus she didnt get to be in alot of pics. awww. lol.

i open this window like half an hour ago.
but i just cant get started to typing.
althou ive so many things to get off my chest.

met up with the wtf-bud to head down to sp for the first day of ivp 08/09.
am surprised that bitch still rmber the way to squash court. unfun. lol.
everything just made me feel so.. old. dislodged.
like i trespassed that place; when ivp@sp was such a big event in the past.
with many memories to boot, of course.
moral of story: i feel old.

the nxt chunk of slanted words were all tot out last nite. but somehow wording entries nicely b4 sleep is always damn easy, but impossible when i get to typing it down.

i cant help but feel scared these few days,
despite everything; the past and the present.

this time, i have no idea where all these will end.
althou this time round it would be much more.. proper than the last.

althou you did once shatter everything,
my mind chose not to remember all that hurt.
but that doesnt mean im gg to let history repeat itself. never.
because a repitition would shatter the last ounce of my goodwill for u.

it will always be just you and i.
because, after (& despite) everything,
i still dont see us.

k the mood is totally spoilt by another failed attempt by g. to organise a retards outing.
i shld give up PERMANENTLY.
seriously.