the date was as boring as i thought it'd be. i went there with an open mind and tried to be real nice and patient. but sometimes when two pple don't have the same sense of humour (or if one party has less wit and charm than a plastic coaster), any kind of chemistry is impossible.

i asked to meet at esplanade instead of cheekys in the end cos some indonesian band called Mocca was playing and i wanted to check it out. ok, so the date's face wasn't so bad in real life and i did kind of like his checkered pants. but other than tt, i honetsly wasn't really enjoying his company (didn't hate it.. just didn't enjoy it) and half the time i was trying my best to smile politely at his spposedly interesting anecdotes of his OFS/switz sch friends blablablah. watsmore, he has the ian minjoot kind of humour; the kind i've never learnt to appreciate. how do you tell someone in his face tt he is in fact a lot more boring than he believes himself to be? wat also bothered me was his lack of sense of ego; i get damn agitated by guys who consciously try to please others. it's just fucking annoying. blurgh. this experience will serve as Reason#2 in my book of Why i Will Not Date (Reason#1 is tt i don't get asked out).


anyway, mocca was really good and tt was definitely a consolation. wanted to buy their cd but didn't see it at the merchandise stand so i got myself a mocca t-shirt instead. i think it's the first time i've ever bought any band merchandise. haha (yay, a first!) i bumped into nad (who was doing a feature on the opening band Serenaide for UW) and marina who was with shikin. also saw hizuan and khalil (who was one of the organising pple, according to vien). met up with uncleparty, who was kind enough to buy me dinner and then take an extremely unflattering shot of me and the date (boo yoo, uncleparty).

in church, i made good for the last psalm i screwd up by not screwing this one up so badly.

yesterday evening, i went to sit in sunplaza park. always wanted to go there but never had the time, or at least i never made the time. anyway, it was ok- just me, my orange julius triplecheese dog and orange shake, a tiramisu chocolate ball, little miss diary, some other pple which included a trio of singing mats, and the occasional train going frm pasir ris to tampines to pasir ris to tampines. was waiting for the bus home after an hr at the park, then i had the sudden impulse to go watch a movie. walked quickly to tampines mall just in time to catch 9.45pm Finding Neverland. got the aisle seat at the backrow and sat there crying my eyes out half the show. felt good, extremely liberating. i didn't realise how much i'd cried till i saw my red puffy eyes in the toilet mirror.

at the park bench shrouded in yellow light, i wondered to myself why i hadn't come to the park often as a kid (or to any park, for tt matter) and if i had gone and forgot, i wondered why i didn't remember because- i said to myself- wouldn't it have been lovely to have a park in my childhood memory?