that day, the whole group of people went out, watch the movie 21, played boring counterstrike, ben and i tried to flag a cab. "uncle signature park," then chiong-ed up to take my things, chiong-ed down again, ben said, "oh yah you no more first floor already hor.?", headed to the flat in pandan area, drank joy juice at the 24 hour per-ray-ter, talked about everything that falls below sky level, and slept. woke up to a saturday morning, went to the usual place to meet the usual people, and secretly hoped that david villa's inspiration could be laid out in action, but to no avail. i tried a ronaldo, manchester united. ehhh, i mean real madrid's winger.

torres was awesome last morning. spain was awesome. germany was quite awesome. fabregas was awesome. ramos was awesomely solid. but i'm not awesome. i hate euro2008. i hate betting sources. these 2 subjects cannot come together. i want to break the legs of russians, dutches, portuguese, and specifically, podolski. not all germans, but only podolski.

on the way to school today, i met clement. wah, sport in number 4, walked up the aisle of bus 74, waving, as he approached the seat beside me. we chatted. we asked usual questions like how long-time-no-see-thought-you-mati friends would - what you're doing now; where're you studying; parents still same job; guy A now in what school; girl A now in what school; i heard guy B smoke now ah; and all the bloody bullcrap. only difference is, i was quite sure, the questions he asked today was out of concern, for catching-up purposes, of purely wanting to know if i'm still alive in reality, and not just out of courtesy and for the sake of breaking the silence. in between these conversations, i couldn't help but smiled to myself like an idiot in the bus, reminiscing about how church used to be. the secret prayer thing every early morning just before assembly at the fourth level, made my mom questioned why i suddenly had the discipline to wake up so much earlier, the graffiti-drawings on what should be the sermon notes for that week, dinner after service, as if the entire bukit merah market only sold western food and chicken rice, oh my bloody gawd, and the michelleannabeljacquelinechrisjoydarrenyuanxingjunxiangeunicedarylzhirendarlienatalieguoweihuimunfebiandavidleedavidlinjianqingweiming and so many others i've unintentionally missed out. weet, woot, woooooot, those were the times. ha.

the current project's criteria, as per said by my tutor, goes something like, "you have to depict colours in your concept model, without the use of colours, in relation to Mondrian's painting." die-ded. i want to be fishball seller instead when i grow up.