It's amazing how even after almost 2 hours of html-ing, I'm still very wide awake. Well, Class 95 is partly to be blamed. It has been playing all the songs that remind me of school. When I first turned on the radio, it was playing Britney's Sometimes. Omg, that was soooooo secondary school and I can't believe it has been *that* long. Everything's coming back to me. You know how certain songs can make you go weak in the knees, tear in the eye and you suddenly have butterflies in the stomach no matter how much you hate them. It's all about events and how you associate the songs with the events, people.

As I was just about to doze off, I suddenly remembered that not too long ago, I used to sing I Miss You Like Crazy with a bunch of people (acoustic version) and I started sobbing till mad everytime we sang it. sigh. Such memories.

Can you people stop playing such nice songs when I really could do with some sleep?

I'm already as blind as a bat. I don't need to be nocturnal like them also.

Hmmm, okay since the Z monsters are evading me, I shall talk about my evening with a certain uncle. This uncle, he's no cheekopek. He's a nice uncle. He's actually not that old but I wonder why he likes to be called uncle. Tapi baguslah. Tandanya dia sedar akan dirinya yang tidak berapa muda. This uncle is quite the mountain tortoise. He wanted to watch Da Vinci Code at Tiong Bahru's GV because he has never been there. This uncle, a runner he is. Runners are supposed to be strong-willed and a stamina everlasting, yes? But this uncle here, I caught him almost nodding off to slumberland, yes I did.

After the movie, I became hungry and my appetite was becoming rather ravenous and hence, the trip to Al Ameen. Quite the glutton that I am, I already had in mind what I going to have. Yes, amidst the very engaging conversation that we were having on the bus towards bt timah, I was fantasizing about the glorious mee tom yam. hur hur hur. But once we were there, I had my mind changed completely. The prospect of having Indian food lured me into sharing the cheese naan with the uncle. And the chicken masala was sheer awesomeness, wasn't it uncle???

hur hur hur.

Okay, I really should stop calling him uncle because it's making me feel and think that I went out with a cheekopek. And for the concerned parties, in all seriousness, he's not an uncle lah. In fact, he's just a clone of Rusydi. A slightly older clone. They're so similar, I thought it was creepy.

Okay my eyes are finally getting droopy. A new day beckons and a pending trip to east coast park with the little sister is making me excited. I'm so excited, I could just roll from my desk to the bed. hur hur hur. diam lah ain.