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appreciate
silence.

woosh. im still in time. i had to wake up early in the morning today to go for the rememdial. i thought i could be late. so as to catch up with a lil more sleep. but. my dad woke me up. darn! i went for class but i didnt concentrate much. naughty me. after class. i went for breakfast. then i came home. i was figuring out how to make my blog look a lil nicer. im having a lil problem then. but at least i got it done. to a certain amount of satisfactory.

when i was coming back home from my guitar lessons in town at 'bout 5.45p.m., i was sitting at Yio Chu Kang Interchange waiting for my bus: having my headphones on. i was looking at these people with tags. he walked towards me. Indeed, he is some sort of salesman. he mumbled and he stop infront of me. i took my time to take my headphones off my ear.
"Are you schooling?" he asked.
I replied relunctantly and monotonously. "Yes."
He asked "Are you muslim?"
Again i said with the exact same tone. "No."
He isnt convinced. "Are you mixed blood or something?"
im getting a lil annoyed.) "No." he havent realised that im not interested.
"How can i address you, sir?"
"my bus is here." i said with a smile. i walked away.
Behind me came this line "even your accent sounds like a malay."
"im sorry. sir" i said without looking back at him.
"ok. no problem." finally the conversation ended.

so do i look like and talk like one?

erm. this day is just another plain old one. nothing interesting. i guess tomorrow would be a better day. =) alright peeps. rock on. peace out!


Spinning..
Switchfoot - Meant To Live

stamp'd 18:34

Tuesday, June 22, 2004