Tuesday, September 06, 2005
jericho is some good song. *hums away merrily*

today was some wasted la. my prince called me up at the ungodly hour of seven am. sobs. well it was actually the time that i was supposed to wake up. yawned thru the conversation. went back to sleep. woke up at eight. TOTAL GONER ALREADY. msged pink. he told me dont bother to come. LOL. some advice coming from him. i took it anyway.

much msges and frantic calls from my classmates. hilmi waited at the bus stop down the hill. called liyi. ran arnd frantically like a couple of beheaded chickens. CAUGHT THE BUS! yay! pink called and announced in a manner that suggested barely contained glee laced with sarcasm that lessons were cancelled. HAHAHA.

headed to paragon starbucks. rhumba frap for hilmi. tried the grean tea snow skin mooncake. some good please. hilmi tried the one with the egg yolk. look on his face was priceless. ran up and down starbucks trying to look for a drink. in the end he poured himself a cup of milk. HAHA. lame shits la he. settled down. ate ate ate.

talked a lot abt band. i learn abt the difference btwn my band and his band. he recounted to me the stories btw him and ys and meroy and alan who isnt really from st pats but someone he met along the way. HAHA. and a lot of disturbing stories abt guys molesting guys and stuff. funny lah. really. the way hilmi says it. talked in great lengths abt holding sectional practices and such.

LOL. st pats played let evening come too. (:

band is really a wonderful place/group/clique to be in. band in itself is one huge clique. the band scene in singapore isnt that big. someone knws someone else from some other band. everyone's connected in some ways. and tts sth really beautiful. me hilmi and liyi just knew each other. but we know a few ppl in common. i mean. you dont see ncc boys yabbering away abt some guy/girl in some other unit do you? i expect all they can talk abt is the number of badges they've collected or sth.

liyi came. okays. that sounded VERY wrong. liyi arrived a few hrs later. lol. sat there and read. watched disney. an hour passed. we looked at each other. and started talking. dont really know what we talked abt. but the main thing was that we enjoyed ourselves. the highlight of the whole conversation :

me : i cant believe im with you two. i mean *looks at liyi* i thought she was some girl who pranced arnd with her hair down ALL THE TIME. i mean. whats with the hair? *looks at hilmi* and him. i thought he was some arrogant gay flautist.

*liyi and hilmi laughs on cue*

liyi : i cant rmb what i thought of you lah. i just thought you were tall.
hilmi : and i thought you were some arrogant bitch.
me : *looks at hilmi a la whiny girl* but i still am what.

some great people i have in my life. walked arnd some more. up and down. round and round. hilmi says he definitely doesnt want to kiss me. i want to die can? sobs. and i thought he was my frienddd. had some fun in art friend. ANAMALAI XIXABANGMA was graffitied everywhere la please. mini baseball bat rawkks! (: nice golden thread. oh gosh. some bm ppl ive never seen KNOWS ME.

me : *excitedly* omg liyi! come and look at this!
*liyi bustles over*
me : *wistfully* they sell pens.
liyi : ...

walked at taka. was talking abt some random stuffs. saw this hot tv persona. me and hilmi turned to liyi simulatenously and chorused 'did you see him?' hahaha. the point here is that hilmi watches people all the time. and i watch him watch people. and he was complaining that he could feel my eyes on him. HAHAHA. i just like to scrutinize people la. i like to take in every detail. i notice most things that people dont (:

lol. i dont think refat feels comfy much when i stare at him during band prac. HAHA. i just cant help it lah.

i missed all my little darlings today. yunwei. mitch. rahman. and jonathan. tskk. really wish to sit down and play together more often (: really enjoy the time spent playing together.

british authors are some rigid in their structure and writing. they hardly have good storylines because they impose too much on grammar. their best sellers are lousy books that talk of nth but fornications and the implications of all sorts. i just started a book by colin dexter. some boring mystery. but im reading it to IMPROVE MY ENGLISH PLEASE. the grammar is some fantastic la. the punctuations alone make me weep. so do my works BUT THATS NOT THE POINT.

i do read my works and i weep. not only because i write well. but because the emotive words i use simply MOVED me. goosebumps start sprouting up my arms and i wonder really if these words are really mine. i cant write argumentative for nuts. but stories. ahh. stories i can.

THE POWER OF WORDS PLEASE.

i think i should just shut up.

riahh ranted at 10:00:00 PM