moodtired, but i am not
musicmacam2 aznil's theme song. O_O
reached home at ard 9. like i said earlier, mom & i went over to gramp's place to give her some of the nasi briyani my mom made. stayed there for like an hour until Mr Cinderella ends. hahh. we had love letters & kuih bangkit which gramp's next-door-neighbour gave for cny. mom dint eat any of those -- cos she's afraid that it's not halal. but when my grandma had a piece of love letters, then mom had a piece of it too. *rolls eyes* then the both of us ended up playing/bursting the air bubbles that comes with the kuih bangkits. my mom had always love to play with those since i was very small, & i guess i got that habit from her.

then we head to sembawang satay club (ssc). we took the train from boon lay & when it was at kranji mrt station, it was fucking pack! the whole platform's full of people, very crowded, pretty much like the ndp crowd at esplanade. when the doors opened, people rushed in, &... *takes deep breath* allofthemwereunclesandaunties. hmm, must have been watching/betting/whatever for horse racing which is near the mrt station, if you hadn't known. & my mom hates crowds, & i could see her covering her nose throughout the entire destination. why? cos it stinks, that's why! as if nobody had taken a bath for like what, 10 days? peee-eww!

so anyway, mom bought the dress she wanted at sembawang shopping centre, & we went to ssc which is nearby, to tapao soto ayam & gado-gado for dearest dad at home. ooh, & ive finally stocked my clay!! courtesy to dearest mom. hurrr. now my hair will live again. x)

OH OH OH!! there was a car accident too on the way home! (car accidents always amuse me) we took a cab, & at this junction, traffic police were on the road, a lorry stationed at a curb, & a badly wrecked car at the other end of the road. the boot's all smashed & terribly hit, but i dont think the driver and/or its passengers were hurt. & our taxi driver started babbling abt car accidents & all. he said to us, pointing to the lorry at the same time, "wah this lorry very dangerous you know! this kind of lorry ah, very ya-ya one. look like a normal lorry but can speed very fast! very naughty ah this kind of lorry. very very naughty. because last time i kena hit by this kind you know!" xD he reminds me so much of my grampa. the way he talks, his energy when he talks.. LOL. it just made me laugh.

btw, talking abt accidents, does anyone read the news abt the boy who drowned at palawan beach at sentosa? apparently, that boy's from my school. he was my age, but in sec 3. this year. when he was finally brought to shore, lifasavers did a CPR on him, but he had to be taken to SGH still. unfortunately, he dint make it. :( ive seen him ard at school before, of course, but have never talked to him. things like these made me do a LOT of self-reflections, & also about life & death. i mean, man, only He knows how many sins ive comitted. & of course, ive always think of thsese things.. abt the afterlife.. abt repenting. but though im old enough to think what's wrong & what's not, we all know it's never easy to change. teenage life is just so bizarre & complicating. :x

anyway let's talk random. i have a strange feeling that little kids find me scary. they always look at me funny. must be my coloured streak. oh, kids.