i remember in the early millennium where we used to find ways trying to fit ourselves on the bed to daydream and do our manicure. we used to plug into the newly released era and sing to one of the heartbroken songs through itunes. we ate junk food everyday, breakfast. lunch and dinner. we stayed up all night, watching rented DVDs, gossiping about people and always smelt nice. the cats were younger back then, and they didn't really bother me whenever i was having a phone call. and although it was heaven and all, i realise now that what i did and ate was really unhealthy. we didn't bother about what to do tomorrow, instead, we lived up to the day itself. we did pretty much everything. that's why, the good ol times are worth remembering. we sang our hearts out on Oasis (who had thier gig over in Sg yesterday, and we had a blast hearing them over the cell phone. thanks Nazri. kinda fair since we went for Jason Mraz's, he's opp for Oasis.), Irving, Babybird and Bjork.

i miss Spinner. how she'd greet me every time i reach her place for tuition. because she knew i'd give her treats and pat her back. she was always nice to me and even sits when i say "Spinner, sit!" well, good things won't last forever. it's been a year since she's moved on with her owner; Mrs Tann. may both of them rest in peace.

namaste, live high.