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16:41 - “To those who leave their homes in the cause of Allah, after suffering oppression, We will assuredly give a goodly home in this world: but truly the reward of the Hereafter will be greater. If they only knew!”
Saturday, May 3, 2008
just the other day / 8:17 AM

The other day, it was labour day. And on that day, something weird happened to the point where I questioned my own sanity. After meeting up with the group to do project work, I went to lurk at coffee beans to read my book. In the middle of reading it, my senses started amplifying by like doubles. I started to stare into nothingness. It felt like it lasted fro 20mins. I kept loking around. Looking at the pigeons dwadling as they avoided the passerbys. Then when time came, I walked towards the hotel for foreign kings, Royal Plaza, to pray. As I walked, I realised my feet hurt. It was a pain I never felt eversince my secondary school days. Somehow, I sort of missed it. Prayers was surprisingly calm. I was quite focused. Then, as i headed to orchard mrt, I started feeling scard. Every touch frightened me. I spread out my fingers just so I wouldn't feel them rubbing against each other. I longed to sit down so I wouldn't feel my pants brushing against my skin. I controlled my urge to scream and run. When I met Huda at Bugis, I finally felt a little better. The sounds were back to normal and were not forcing themselves into my ears for me to notice them. She realised I was having goosebumps on my neck by the time we were crossing the road to Straits Records. Then, I heard the music and..

FELT ALOT BETTER. I listened to the music, then walked around haji lane with huda and look at stuff before we went back to straights to watch pinholes and cesspit. I just forgot about my insane condition and enjoyed the night away before I had to rush home to do my project which was due the next day. I sorta liked being in the unusual trance though. helped me look at thinks differently.

On a lighter note, today is Edwin's gig! woohooo! I'll be using faris's canon digicam. It alright lar. Just hope it doesn't run out of battery. So can't let anyone use it yet. Scared I wont be able to get as many picts as possible. And I won't be sticking around certain people. Perhaps I'll leave at about 5.30 or something.

Ouh and I soo love J.da's first english song: Dreams. Very nice vocals(duhh! lawl!) and guitar. Im gonna put the video here:


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