Then accompany merv to sitex, psychoed myself to embrace the crowds. He got his note edge and off we go, no weaving thru the crowded halls. Not so bad, and i really tried to smile at the people who issues brocuhres and touting. Dun start with the irritated mood then all's fine, i wonder if they like their job. Even if they r part timers or temporary workers who r mostly students getting some spare cash in the hols, do they enjoy it? I din even think of applying such positions when i was 10 yrs younger, waste paper leh..they shld put more recycle bins ard. Paper recycling bins.
When we came out, the corridors were freezing. Raining...there goes my cycling trip. Decided to sit in the car and go to the crematorium. Stayed in the car, drove ard abit in the peaceful surrounding. Stopped the car engine while letting some air in without keeping the windows entirely up but then a mosquito flew in, so left the gap really small. Drizzle, even the sky is mourning. The bamboo create serenity, nobody else at all, real peace. So i jus sat there and stone while waiting. First time i actually enjoyed waiting.
Then to chongbang for lunch at 4pm, quite a happening heartlandish neighbourhood indeed. I think this is prolly the 2nd or 3rd time i went there. I was super slpy after lunch, yet cant slp at all, even after we went home. Pulled out a show " what dreams may come " starring robin williams. Not too bad. N then we jus grabbed ramly burgers from pasar malam for dinner. Not v hungry leh.
Haven been blogging abt the day's events for the longest time. This is what i used to think a journal or diary shld be, but well, as we grow, erm or age, we think it isnt the case. I hesitate cos i got a fren who told me boys dont grow up, they jus grow old. He is a man btw. Hahaha..Then what abt gals? I think sama sama also la...pro side is to retain the cuteness, con side is be immature.
