done with the core items. now crackin me head for promotional items (*think out-of-the-box*) ...I'll take a chance on my ART: I so love my mailer...thumbs up fer ez.

Nan commented I look distracted yest. met her twice in a row, back-2-back and u thought u can only meet up aft May. guess it's all left to chance tt brought u a good listenin fren to comprehend ur thoughts and emotions. someone for u to let it all out. thanks so much Nan. u r a true fren indeed. such a rare commodity nowadays...hehe...

so on fri went 2 print. as usual was late coz of the lagging comp system tryin so hard to save my huge files into the zippy. finally reached graffitii to find the rest there. as usual she was commentin on my werk. her blardy mouth doesnt noe when exactly to stop. insulting to say the least. guess she lacks of TACT. dismissed the fact that she's still young. sometimes u can always count on your immaturity to save ur ass huh! ...WTF...

aniwaes, yest went 2 reprint my mailer. she was ther agn.
went straight 2 yishun for the gig at the park. damn isolated the place. was walkin towards it when I heard bachy's voice so I rushed over. was so glad that I didnt miss their set. radium's damn good. they never fail 2 impress. aft that was bayu, the collaboration band. the drummer's good. in skills and need I mention looks...haha...
was stonin half the time I was ther. distracted. restless. not in my rite mind. perhaps its lack of sleep but that's juz the superficiality of it. ther's more to it of coz. not about to divulge it to anyone yet. aniwaes, my fren pissed me off by askin me repeatedly wats wrong. didnt bother to answer him. was too stoned. it's times like this when u wld really appreciate silence. and the distance. to dwell in your own world. guess he juz doesnt get it. I wld have snapped had I not controlled myself. damn. was pissed wit my thoughts yet had to contend wit emotion-control juz in case I dont offend anybody. hard luck eh...
so wasnt in the mood at all yest. went ther afterall to seek a momentary get-away from the fucked up cell. but it didnt offer a good de-stress relief afterall...even thought the set was my kind of music. droney. swirly... guess its the disturbed mind...saw familiar faces there. didnt even have the strength to say hi to them...comented to a fren he looked stressed up as the MC...hehe...he called me sombong instead.

dazed. confused. pent up emotions. when will the bubble burst?