it WAS a good day. today started out with stupid construction going on downstairs which i somehow got used to it and shut it out and went back to sleep, and then the secret fran texted me to push back meeting by an hour which was great cuz it meant that i could laze ard for another hour. but i was still late nonetheless.
so i rushed outta the house, as usual, and got a hair trim like finally after so many days. the fringe looks silly la, but better than messy. so even tho i felt kinda *argh* i was soooo looking forward to meeting the secret fran. she's a secret cuz she blew off her other frans to meet me, so thou shalt not reveal her identity.
everything was like going kinda great actually. the traffic was alrite, plus i didn't get lost whoopie haha. and then it was such a joy to hang out and i swear i can't rmb the last time i laughed and smiled until i felt such tiredness in my cheeks! HEHE. and we shared so many juicy secrets, of us, and mostly of other pple too :D it was really awesome i love her berry much u know so we're gonna hang ard T3 next week or whenever we get our asses to meet again la. and she's the first person to actually appreciate the CD i play in the car! cuz i changed to radio and she GASPed! yeah mariah carey my best fran was playing and guess what, the secret fran mi love was whom i caught mariah in the flesh with when we were only 14. made our way down to national stadium and chose lousy seats but had a blast hehe. i actually don't recall the other pple we went with 'cept her. haha. and we used to talk and talk ( i don't even know what we ever talked about) until we missed our train stop, and realised it like 3 stops later!
and no we do not meet like every one or two weeks. i tink like maybe once a year? but we're like tight shit cuz we're the liv tyler and kate hudson, we click and pick up where we left off. we really don't need any routine meetings just to prove that we are actually good frans, u know?
anyways it got depressing when the mother and i were watching news on CNA. yeah yeah the pple dead in myanmar, trapped under buildings in Sichuan, kena bombed by fuckers in jaipur. it's shocking isn't it: the last project i did was related to sichuan, and i was actually at jaipur just 3 years ago. pple are dying and all we're doing is just sitting in our dingy little room feeling sorry for ourselves, when we should really be counting our blessings. i never really enjoyed pple lamenting bout their pathetic little life when there is actually nothing wrong compared to watever's happening ard the world. on a smaller scale, it's sad too, to know how pple i used to hang out with are getting their lives kinda messed up: some meeting the wrong boys, not using their heads more than their hearts, or turning into sth they're not only to cover their inferiority. maybe i've watched too much x-men or captain planet, but i'd love to like go rescue them or just stand there and beat up the bullies in their lives. but that's not quite possible when u're only connected by FB and all that nonsense online networks which really means nothing cept show the whole world just how many pple u know by name, but are not speaking to.
i think i'm actually gonna sleep early tonite. it'll be a better day tmr when me goes for lunchie with the baby in the eastie in the hottie sunny.
and i still can't find my driving licence. ARGH.