i'm bored, bear with the long post for today.


it's so different today.
i mean, it's a saturday,
esplanade's supposed to be
crowded and NOT boring.


but tut tut.


i was FORCED to go out.
ok no. but i was FORCED to
bring the guitar along.
and i was supposed to meet
Ahmad and the gang at 6 at fareast.


okay, so i left the house at 6.15.
my fault.


BUT REACH THERE AT 8?
SHEESH.
bus rides.
yes, plural, RIDE(S).


I took 518, and the asked me to get
down after 10 stops because i didn't
pay enough. NO WAY.
oh god, the embarassment. and usually
518 would be empty, but NOOO..
humilliating me would have to
happen in a CROWDED BUS.
okay get a grip.
stupid.


STUPID.


anyway. i took another bus, 65
and for a moment i thought
it was the twilight zone.


OKAY BEFORE THAT, i boarded the bus,
and the guitar was kinda big and bulky
and it blocked some really cute chinese dude
trying to pass me to get a seat.
i apologised and he looked at me and smiled.
i think i died? okay whatever.
ANYWAY, 65 brought me to places like
Ubi, Eunos, Bendemeer, Macpherson, Geylang,
LITTLE INDIA?, i dunno where, i dunno where,
THEN town. i was chuckling to myself in horror.
well, chuckling for reassurance, but it wasn't
working so it came out abit of a chuckle-cough-cry.
i was probably putting up a show because
the banglas were entertained, they kept smiling in
my direction and all i could do was do that chuckle.
-_-


okay when i actually reached the town,
cinelesure, i called afiq, AND HE WAS
ON THE WAY TO MEET DIL. @#$!@#.
and the rest were at fareast.
-_______________________________-.
oh oh oh, there were loads of hotties.
okay sorry, i'm a girl, i can't help it.


anyway i was already feeling kinda somber.
i bought the great mushroom swiss from BK to
compensate the green tea and chips i had for
breaking fast inside the twilight bus.
and then i met dear Siti.
I think she's really nice. I like how she laughs.
She was talking to me and cracked me up when she
suddenly flapped her arms out and said, "HUG!".
And she liked my hug so I gave her another one.
I don't know, she kinda put my smile back up
after meeting her.


on my way to somerset MRT, i bumped into
Prem, Aaron and Faisal.
hahahahahwhywhenilooklikeshitheseesmehahahahaha.
shut up.


bla bla bla train ride to city hall.
and shafiq asked me to wait for them
at the control station, so okay, i did.
and then, THE HORROR.
some south african guy was eyeing me from
afar, and he approached me to ask me directions
to some taxi stand or something.
me, being the really nice singaporean,
oh shut up,
told him where to get a taxi.
AND THEN HE STARTED FLIRTING WITH ME
AND HE KEPT ASKING ME FOR MY NUMBER.
AND E-MAIL.


AKU IS HORRIFIED.


omg, he's south african, he's 22,
and his name is James, and best of all,
I DIDN'T ASK. omg, if he looked like that
lil bow wow guy, i would have given my
adress, e-mail adress, home number, i/c number,
you name it. -_- okay abit superficial,
this james guy was over the top,
i wasn't sure whether to laugh or to
remain horrified. i did a little of both
and i think i screwed my face up, but who cares.


he was asking for my e-mail halfway,
when AHMAD CAME TO SAVE THE DAY.
he came and i went, "ah, this is my boyfriend."
ahmad played along, "ah, i'm her boyfriend."
kinda stupid, if you think of it, who goes up
to someone and suddenly says, "I'M HER BOYFRIEND."
i thought you were supposed to say hello first.
anyway, the james guy kinda got scared, yeah,
he kept holding ahmad's hand and kept saying stuff
we didn't understand half the time because his
accent was really thick. ahmad was like nodding
in comprehension when he didn't know what the hell
was going on. THANK YOU.


but i've gotta give some kudos to the james guy.
the actual guts to come up and to initiate
a conversation, with a really lame pick up line,
but hey, half the guys in singapore wouldn't
be so daring. i said half, not all, so you know
who you are, stop getting offended. -_-


so after that we were headed to esplanade,
and ahmad and shafiq proceeded with
their uh, SHAMAD tribal dance, scaring strangers
away, which killed me actually.
we went to the usual rooftop hangout,
met hairul and played away.
it wasn't that crowded as usual,
and it was kinda uncanny.


met the rest after,
played for awhile,
and went home with shikin and ainn.
OH I BUMPED INTO THAT ASS OF A RUDEBOY.
i can't say rudeboy because he is shit,
and also, he was looking kinda hip-hop
today. he saw me, panicked, made a reluctant smile,
and shouted punkrock.


i stared at him and he shut up.


pfft.

THE END!