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Because of me, my best bud had to sleep outside and was given a warning by her mum. We were at Qiji, buying popiah, when i was suddenly tempted by the steaming hot laksa. So we decided to eat before going back. And then we waited from 10 to 11pm at the blahdy taxi stand until we finally had to call a cab. What the fuck right? I thought there are LOADS of taxi companies in singapore? Where have all our taxi drivers (and taxis) gone to? My goodness, its so irritating. Anyway, next time, i wont be going jalan2 on a weekday with norain anymore, we'll keep it to weekends and we have to stop shopping (or eating) by 9pm.

So, i bought a new bag, a new pair of jeans, a tshirt and also an external hard disk for office. That reminds me that i have to back up all my files. We talked about work, clothes and of course how the rest of our friends are doing. Abel suddenly got into the picture. Hehe, we could clearly hear his voice just by reading his sms. This goes for Aimi too since the way she speaks is so,different. Alah, beruk language mah..haha.

Yeap, three years stuck together and you could read your friends minds or predict their reaction just like that. For my case, both norain and i will always touch the same bag, blouse, shoes, etc, everytime we step into a shop. So much so that it gets pretty scary and irritating sometimes. And yeah, friends are always there to listen to you curse the world upside down. hehe, i do that often, cant help it. But sometimes, there's always a limit doesnt it? To all the gossips and heart to heart talks. You cant tell someone EVERYTHING. That would take forever. And you cant blog about your deepest, deepest desires/secrets/etc.

Even freedom of speech has a limitation to how 'Free' it is. Heck, even in design. There are always limitations, boundaries, rules, demarcations and such, to prevent you from spinning around senselessly. There has to be a boundary or else it will never stop. So, this reminds me of Sagrada Familia. Wonder how it looks like now. If the architect is not alive, his intention only vaguely known and his drawings/sketches lost or destroyed, how do you keep his design, alive, true and pure? You can only guess and assume that this is what he wants. But being unfinished makes it all the more wonderful, since it mirrors life itself, mysterious and unpredictable at times. Why the hell am i writing this anyway?? Guess i miss the old dude's theory lessons.

Oh, i watched on tvmobile this morning snippets of Frank gehry's biography or something. Hmm, it must be nice. But i bet its going to be a different approach from Lois Kahn's. That is abit more personal i think. Well, i cant remember much lah. Im tired and i think its almost that time of the month, so yar, mood swings are expected to come, ranging from deliriously happy to the deepest depression. Fark, im not making sense anymore.