in d sch library. attended arts app lect. topic was on impressionism. talked abt dead artists. out of the many many artists, only one was a happy painter. the others had tragic lifes. vincent van gogh was crazy. he admitted himself into an asylum, he cut his ear and finally he shot himself dead. man... sad isnt it?

runni's coming over to TP to meet me. yippee...

i slept soudly last nite. didnt wake up in d middle of the nite, didnt toss and turn. and i had the stangest dream.
my mum remarried a sec schoolmate's dad. n in all there were a set of parents n 6 kids. but somehow, some unrelated people, were there. in the dream, the whole new family juz moved in into this huge apratment. twas fun. den dere was a blackout, everyone panicked. but stil i wasnt scared. den a neighbour's mum died, n dere was a funeral. haha! i know its crazy. but it was fun. i had fun in d dream.

anyhu, im listening to michael buble's album. its C's. like 'fever', 'crazy thing called love' and 'sway'. been listening to it over and over again since yesterday.

changed my skin. yep.

i gotta be cool, relax
get a hip, get on my track,
take a backseat, hitch hike,
take a long long ride on my motorbike,
until im ready for
a little crazy thing called love