but, my God, it's so beautiful when we smile
yesterday I had an interesting late-night adventure with Rizan, my sister and Amri. after playing board games at Aishah's house we walked over to mine, borrowed my dad's keys at around 11pm and drove to Lau Pa Sat where we had such good local food- chicken wings (which aren't exactly local but they sure hell are fucking awesome), satay and blood cockles (are these conflict cockles? asks Rizan. hahahahah I say, he is so silly and you'd understand if you've watched Blood Diamond).
I love love spending time with them especially when we have Dad's car because Amri always takes us to interesting places. this week we drove to Sentosa and got real lucky because the toll thing was spoilt so we got in free. the boys wanted to explore the island on foot but I refused to budge. drove past this cab driver who looked like he needed help with his tyres so we stopped and offered a helping hand. it was 2 in the morning; someone's gotta help. had to park right outside a carpark exit and these huge cars would just drive past us and stare and probably think we're up to no good.
AND THEN this stupid bunch of twenty-somethings in their ugly common black Subaru had to horn loudly at our car as if because of us they couldn't drive through BUT YOUR CAR IS SO TINY AND USELESS. I mean, if MPVs can do it, why can't they? so they were making so much noise and complaining til Amri had to rush to move our humble Toyota. and then when they drove past they stared again and I basically ignored (but later behind their backs fiercely shook my fists HAHA coward). finally the boys managed to change the cab driver's tyre (should learn how to do that someday, but Amri says because we're girls we will definitely get help so all is good) and after that we drove to Mount Faber.
many many hours later, after stopping by to get ice-cream and wasabi crackers, I finally reached home at 4am feeling so exhausted I didn't even bother to wash off my makeup. I guess when your complexion has reached rock-bottom, you tend to think how worse can it get?
then today in the afternoon despite not getting much rest I met up with an old friend who had a surprise for me. we've been helping each other in creative work and I think the guy's got great potential but somehow he thinks he's too shy to do anything good. so we did some catching up and then he starts doodling on my tablet pc and came up with a series of illustrations for one of my poems:
this being one of them, and I think it's so cute. I mean, I can't draw to save my life and I'm not expecting alot which is probably why I like it so much. it's fun working with him and hey the history made it supremely awkward at first, but today I realised the pressure was never really there. here's to good old friends (old in every sense of the word, har har) and here's to more good times for the future =]