dan

they say good things come in pairs. well bad things come in packs of four.
back frm duty. 4th straight. gosh, ain't i supposed to be a lao jiao?

at least something good happened 2 days back tho. while i was zombie-ing home after buying some stuff at jurong point, i got a call from a number that kinda tugged at the edges of my memory, but yet always sidestepped neatly just as i was abt to go Eureeka.

turned out it was Daniel, my secondary sch classmate. i'd lost his number when my phone got filched awhile ago. i remember the numbers of those i call more often by heart, which is why i found the number a tad familiar. he'd called me only cos he saw me walkin around.

dan u bloody arse! its been almost 3 mths and u call me only cos u saw me. now wat if i wasn't walkin arnd JP! to think i made a feeble attempt at retreiving yr number by anyhow hum tamming 7 digits!

dan the dork/techie. with whom i spent countless evenings playing CS and sessions riding to jalan kayu for prata. with whom i prop up the rest of the class with our cellar dweller grades. who managed to convince me that a mountain bike is such a wonderful idea, even if i'd just got a brand spankin new schwinn BMX. who cajoled me to wipe out my entire life savings to get that 2nd hand cannondale. afterwhich u promptly scooted off to korea for a holiday with lincoln.

"eh thou leong, wanna go anot? korea very fun 1 leh!"

bloody chiku.

i think i shall add every single person i know to my friendster list or somethin. to prevent any more incidents of hum-tamming numbers. right now im just thankful that dan did call me afterall.