what a busy weekend.
Friday,
- the scramble to find my youngest brother a place to babysitt him.
- the run for friday prayers (was almost late).
- drop-by whitesands, met dee and friends / *happy bday kecik.
omgdeeissooocute! shhhh! :)))))
- was supposed to meet mimz at 3 but rushed off frm pasir ris at 3 instead (muahaha), met February Comes Today. supposedly to session. but i end up eating double cheeseburgers (which turns out to be the only meal of the day) and goofing around. hoho.
- off to collect my first paycheck (yumyum!) arnd 5.
- head on down to somerset for EveryRageISeek's gig meeting.
- went Far East met zaddy boy. then split. azhar, sshaz and i window shopped. saw Jamie Yeo and i shouted her name. AHAA.
- sshaz then wanted to get some guitar strings, so took a bus to Plaza Singapura. didnt buy any but was fun trying out the instruments.
- arnd 730 we set out, and had a looong walk. it was already dark, making it super fun. sshaz and azhar wanted to go esplanade, i on the other hand wanted to go beats for the gig. walk and walk until city hall, then split.
- another run, this time to beat merchants. i wldnt want to be late to catch 16 vicious snakes. but guess what, they were the first band. and yes i missed it. arghh. but oh well. 3bucks to catch inhatred, send them to the grave and asilent is good enough. asilent's screamer is fucking awesome! their stuffs are almost similar to despised icons. ahhh. orgasms right there and then.
- left early arnd 10. took mrt to jurong east. head on down to my cousin's place for the wedding preparations. was super late. super thirsty. super hungry. super tired.
- left jurong at 1am. father brought family to Mustafa Center. and i was sleep walking i tell you.
- reach home, safe at 3am.
now that's just day one.
day two, saturday,
- mother woke me up at 11am. left house at 12. meet mimz and zana at bedok mrt. head on down to beat merchants for the final jam session before the gig. was kinda pissed that the jam is pushed to 2pm instead of 1pm (i cld have slept longer you know!).
- jam was rather bad. they guys frm ABM watched us. i feel so vulnerable. and their drummer is sick ass good sia. finished jam at 3. felt soo down after the jam. i really dont know why. im not nervous. im not sad. no confidence i guess. theres a point of time i really wish i dont have to play.
- but i did. and at 430, the gig started. i find it not bad at all. i guess. messed up a few parts, but hey, i think i jammed with them for only like what, 3 sessions?? so yeah, consider that fact, im pretty safe.
 FebruaryComesToday, if you guys are reading this, i want to say thank you all for everything. 2 weeks with you people is like a roller coaster. sorry for any problems i created. sorry for all the "cocked-up" moments while sessioning. sorry if i suck. i swear i enjoyed the whole journey (la eh konon) with you guys. oh no, i think im gonna miss you all. ahaa. you guys rock ma shitzxzxz ya hear me? sorry ika you're not in the picture.
- so anyway, after the gig, slacked awhile and left around 7. father picked me up. head home, get freshen up.
- at 930 we head on down to jurong again. i missed the pernikahan ceremony which was held in the afternoon. great, this is my chance for my first "behind the scenes" wedding experience and i missed it. in fact, i missed most of the help. felt soo useless then.
then something funny happened. i was busy with my hp msging when suddenly this cute small boy apporached me (i got to find out he's my nephew).
he asked, "dude, cinta message per dude?"
i was somewhat impressed but was giving this slenge, whatthefuck kinda face and asked, "dude, how old are you?"
he answered, "9 laa dude. dude tk ingat kiter ke?"
and i said, "oh haha, ingat laa. kay kay gi tolong your mother saner."
and he ran off forgetting the whole thing (i think). hahahahahaha.
- spend the night in my cousins place. we all watch mr.deeds dvd before sleeping. damn funny show.
and that's day two.
will continue on day 3 the wedding ceremony as well as monday's schedule soon.
as for now, im dead beat. the bed is calling. love.
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