Today...

I overslept.

I didn't even hear the alarm.


Had lunch in school with my best friend.

Hey wait... I just remembered I was supposed to treat him for helping me print lecture notes yet again. Oops.


An old friend came down from Malaysia and wanted to see me.

We climbed Mount Faber.

Save money. Bring your own bino.

Seeing a couple taking wedding photos at the Henderson Waves, she asked when would be my turn.

I just stared at her in reply.

It was a nice date.

(Read the fine print.)

Later on I went to a funeral wake with another friend.

More like... tired to.

We accidentally went to the Buddhist parlor, not the Christan one.

Which explains why we could not find the wake for the pastor.


We met Yam Ah Mee, in the flesh.

Then I met another guy whom I found familiar, who also found me familiar.

But try as we may, we could not figure where we had met before.


I saw a dead rat on the road.

It wasn't squashed.


I visited Woodleigh station for the first time in my life.

I commemorated the event by planking.

I was mobbed by ants in the train.

What is the significance of all this?