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Friday, September 01, 2006
010906


hello september. wakeeeee me uppppp, when september endssss. oh sorry. randomness. had a whack of a time today. woke up at 6.30am in the morning. first time i ever woke up so early since i entered poly! gee. cabbed t SMU cos i was really lazy, for the bienalle singapore thing. it's really cool! reached the top of the function room and started unpacking those stuffs, setting up and cleaning glasses. i forgot t bring my phone and mummy actually brought it all the way down t SMU! (:

soon the guests started rolling in and huiting accidentally broke a glass. and i spilt water at the back while they were having conference. hohums. the food was okay and blah. never felt any worst when my feet swelled and turning from a light beiged tone to a pale pink shade. felt utterly in pain and never ever more paralysed. if i could walk more than ten steps you would probably have seen me limping. guests were gone when the clock struck 3. we slumped down in the couches and grab anything edible to satisfy our growling stomachs. walked over t patara restaurant at swissotel the stamford. jason told me that he has a restaurant over at holland village. and i could work there if i wanted. i'll take that into consideration.

headed t clementi t get shoes. because i would be out of breath by the time i reach bather's. mummy was around the area so we hung out and bought a proper cod shoe. got my lunch from nearby at 6. while walking to bather's. what a pity aye. worked till ten plus and there was this mixed blood guy. he had a really high nose and very charismatic eyes. mixed dutch i suppose. living with his mum and parents divorced, assumed by pellvyn.

walked out and he was singing his punjabi song really loud, dogs in the nearby houses started barking with no rhyme nor reason. in laughters we were.

dont knw dont knw.
you dont need to knw.
oh no no.
you dont.
feign a pretence.


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