an eventful weekend.
for starters, i got my fucking period (sorry maan) haha. in every sense of the word: sakit, sakit sakit...

then i yaya-head went to sign up for the publicity, advertising and promotions (pap) specialist mod to do all tt stuff for Tribune, Hype and UrbanWire. i also signed up for marketing and creative posts for Radio Heatwave. so i spent saturday aftnn in sch going through rounds of interviews and briefings. went relatively well, i think.

after tt, didn't go to church for practice cos i still had a scratchy throat. instead, a little high frm hormone imbalance and extreme bloodloss, i decided to tag along with ravi and clemmy instead of going jalanjalan with jon in town. went to simei jamming studio (the one adam and timmy go to sometimes) where ravi, me and clemmy met with kumar, vick and zaki. my first time in a jamming studio- fwah! too bad i forgot to bring the camera so i couldn't get a shot of ravi doing his don't-i-look-so-cute-when-i-play-bass dance. haha. they [Decipher] had 2 orgirinal songs, the first of which sounded like iron maiden. i liked tt song a lot. reminds me of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner cos zaki had some maiden thing going on with his vocals. wah power lah. i got so excited tt i couldn't stop laughing (i swear i wasn't laughing at you, ravi!). then against my better judgement, i complied when they persuaded me to sing Californication. so now i'm stuck with a bad throat. but it's ok lah. had fun. as we were leaving the studio there this bunch of stylo uncle-mats playing black sabbath (Heaven and Hell). kita all just stood outside in awe. it was really good stuff.

took a train to grandpa's hse today. tt hour got me thinking bout how we all have some memories tt we never, never forget. it's not like one of those things where you write in pple's autograph bks 'It was great knowing you. we had some great times i'll never forget!'. In fact, those are precisely the things tt, a whole yr later, you won't even be able to recall tt person's name.

the stuff you never forget are usually the stuff you don't make a point to remember. like the time in upper pri, when i found a card tt zehzeh and i had written to daddy yrs ago, asking him to come back home cos we missed him; the time at the zoo when i asked andrew wat the snakes were doing and he said 'they're doing this' then kissed me on the cheek; like the time when i was a toddler and went to a malay wedding, and someone walked passed with a cigarette and accidentally burned me; the time when aunty nako and uncle shawn took me and zehzeh to ECP so we could get away frm war mummy and daddy were raging at home; the time mummy picked up the phone and then talked laughed and when we asked, she said it was daddy on the ph; the time... the time... all the time.

i finished the pitch letter for pap in less than 2 hrs. and i'm really proud of this cos i'm a very slow writer. i was almost high when i finally emailed it to saharah. then i was bored, so against my better judgement (once again), i surfed friendster. looking at pictures of my lower sec classmates made me feel a bit regretful - tt i never really liked them because i was a misunderstood and troubled kid and no one quite bothered to get me. not their fault, i now realise. and so it's sad we all lost touch. and i see how they're also so in touch and i'm so out of touch. and i suddenly felt tt if there was one thing in my life i'd regret, it was this. and yet, i don't want to be the one to try to make amends. now i'm quite aware of the conformist inside of me. i think i harboured so much hate cos they had all i didn't... and i can't believe it still bothers me now.