Yesterday was hell of a hectic day, after school i headed down over to my nana’s to pick up May before heading down for a swim but instead her brother gave us a lift over to Safra instead cuz’ he wanted to join us too. Detoured back to his place before we finally got to Safra. Swimming with the siblings is horrible; you’ll never imagine the things they’ll do in the pool. >o< . Well i won’t reveal it here it’s up to you to imagine what they could do. Went back to my nana’s afterwards in the evening to do up some math while waiting for May to finish her tuition before leaving for the F1 practice race afterwhich. Ran all the way out of the estate to hail a cab (the cab driver was a cutie, though too bad the ride was short), detoured over to her friend’s birthday celebration and ran all the way to catch the train to city hall to collect the tickets. I swear i was feeling so pissy to be made to run so much in my 4.5 inch platforms. They were meant for walking and not running! >:( Felt like killing May that instant cuz she was walking mad fast hahahah. Arrived slightly late at the Bay grandstand and after watching the first couple of laps our attention drew off and we started camwhoring and calling random people for fun. Ended off the whole practice with lots of photos and a random stranger talking to us. Walked (with very minimal running) back to get drinks before my parents gave May a lift home and we all headed for late night supper. Overall F1 was awesome i enjoyed myself thoroughly, except the running that is.
That being said, I woke up to one of the most weird and funniest calls this morning, i picked up a call from a telephone number with a really weird area code but later found out that the caller was mark. Yayyy :D Awesome, so in my subconscious mind i talked to him over the phone for awhile (though i don't even recall half of what our conversation was about). Well the story’s that he landed at 6.50 in the am today and he thought i was there waiting for him to have breakkie at t3 together. So he tried calling my number since 8ish but since i came home really late from f1 last night, i obviously couldn’t wake up to his calls till like 11 am. I was mad shocked and super surprised cuz being the slightly-dumb person i am, i mixed up the dates of his arrival. I thought it was supposed to be 7pm tomorrow via SQ282 but it turned out to be the 7am flight today via SQ286. Ah great, all my planned welcome-back surprises gone wrong. I was the one who got surprised in the end. :( oh well we’ll be hanging out soon on one of the coming weekdays i hope, really got to catch up on lost time with him before he flies back 2 weeks later >:( sheesh time really passes very quickly.













