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12:05 AM
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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15th passed by without any major mishaps! =) In fact I daresay it was one of the best days of the month, even though it is barely just over half the count. I shall do a brief recapitulation urhurm:

Sometime past midnight as the day began to unfold, Ash and I skyped, upping the apprehension because we are both cowards, more so because we are rather.. omg, superstitious (? ) Anyway we kind of freaked each other out, and the next afternoon I received a sms from Perth Ash whom I did not reply because I happened to glance up and found myself under a moving crane. I also managed to wriggle my way out of a very suspicious interview. =)

When evening sank in, Jason and I had a convivial dinner while watching the sky turn colors, a mutating canvas that shed its milky blue. Buttery garlic escargots, hamburg steak, omu rice and squid ink pasta. Every other diner seemed happy, but we thought ourselves the most content. On the way back, we passed by my favourite school, and the basketball court where I once tried to sleep in during The Angklung Camp. The day ended with a phonecall high, and finally at 130 a.m, I reclined in bed, satisfied and relieved.