doodle, daddle.

. . .

turning things around.

finding that your car keys have been moved (and well, lost), having to call a friend to pick you up last minute, being thirty minutes late to call time, performing for a bren full of 20 people (when they promised you thousands), paying for overpriced sushi when you’re broke, and THEN being locked out of your apartment for a whole hour and a half in the burning sun… is no bueno.

there’s no one to blame really.
it’s just product of a day full of damn bad luck.


BUT! AT LEAST…

i know where my car keys are now. i have friends who take the time out of their day to “save me”—twice! (thanks raffy, kelly, and dennis). the performance was damn fun, just cos that’s how cadc do (massive flaming of epic proportions). the sushi wasn’t half bad, the company was more than nice (holla samuel, mae, raffy, and isaac!), and i got a nice buzz courtesy of maemae (yay for being lightweight!). i have a boyfriend who will sit on the phone and listen to me bitch & complain for a whole 90 minutes (what up, morris!) and, well… this is the most of my worries, really.

…here’s to turning things around for the rest of the day.