BRAAAAD. So hot. omgooon. aly and i were like whispering 'oh ma ga, so hot...!' to each other. yeah. movie was 166 minutes long. in th theatre, as i was nua-ing, i was thinking idlely: oh man... three hours watching brad pitt.. for nine fifty... not too baaaaaaaaaad after-all!

though technnically it's not 3 hours, i know. it's 2 hours.. plus. but that's how my thoughts run, in round sum. brad pitt's damn hot. half-way thru' movie i got calls and texts, from mom, sissy and Qamarul. hahaha. asking me what time am i gonna be home, am i gonna be joining the badminton game, and asking me to watch tv. (:

So after th movie, we went to chill at mcCafe (not the nicest location, but the only place for coffee), and chatted about.. everything. and time bloody flew. the next time-check showed that an hour and a half had gone by. like. woah, fast? after than we left the cafe, and wandered to the MRT to check timing for last train and all.. then we sat outside the cafe and cont'd talking/ singing songs ._. hahah. random. keane. 

We are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.

Tinkertonkertink. i wanna watch slumdog, yeah. new in town, too. HMMMMM.

yeah. brought shorts and slip slops from cotton on. and the bag for charity. and. hair clips. rubber bands. thaaaaaaaaat's all. bye!

Words forming on my tongue, pushing out on my lips, but failing to escape thru my mouth. eyes that cannot meet yours. hands that moved away. shoulders that stood stiff. fingers taut. thoughts running, running far, far away, away from you. as the physical cannot. pretense is the new thing, and fatigue is the new mask, lies the new truths. 

but you dont know.