today started out like any relatively good day would. i finished up on serenaide's cd review for urbanwire and then i bathed and headed out for school. several missed buses (and a whole long list of colourful language) later, dont ask, i arrived in class, 40 minutes late only to be released from class 20 minutes later. sheesh.
had lunch, dum da da da da dum da da dum di di dum, bought breast cancer badges for dil me and banu, said goodbye goodbye to you and you and you to zreen and djools and headed to the internet cafe to do work.
skipped hoppity hop to clementi, got myself a light blue shirt at five lollars (it's me, whats new), sang la la la la to causway point, met up with mom and discussed malay customs with the mak andam (who happens to be an aunt) for my photo essay for urbanwire. went home at 10, missed desperate housewives (the only ting ive been looking forward to, damn-bloody-it) and realised that none of my interviewees have replied, dum da da da da dum da da dum di di dum.
had a long-almost-going-to-scream-my-head-off-but-then-everyone-can-hear conversation with banu that resulted in us laughing, which was kind of a relief coz she's the last person i would want to get angry with let alone fight right now. everyone in the house heard the conversation anyway. i dont think theyve seen me this upset, la la la.
so the relatively bad day that i thought i was having relatively ended off in quite a good note, though none of my interviewees who said they were going to reply today has actually replied. ah, boo hoo hoo, im going to finish my serenaide article, dum di di dum.
pardon the dums and the das and the di dis. serenaide's sofa series is stuck in my head, da da da di di dum.
i hope when i call you you're still awake. phone conversations are quite the rarity nowsadays, no?