everyone's talking about the war. everyone's blogging about the war. it's a generalisation i admit. anyway, i'm gonna refrain from talking about it or blogging about it today. and by the way, today refers to friday.

now, i loved today. today was sweet. today was simple. today was a day deserving of being part of the march holidays. the ideal way to spend a day during one of these march holiday days.

it started off with the routine i've grown accustomed to these hols. the routine -->wake up at 9 plus, take a shower, go downstairs, read the papers, watch tv, have lunch, watch oprah(yea, i do), watch a lil more tv, try to hit the books, more tv, dinner, tv, computer, sleep. have i bored you to death yet? if u're still alive and reading, then i guess not.

but today was slightly different. i went out with sheryl in the evening. first stop orchard library, to pick up some books that've been waiting for my eyes to set sight upon. wassup, books? then we walked around aimlessly searching for some place to chill out and fill our tummies at. ended up at scotts picnic.

and guess what? sheryl tay had gone broke after buying a drink. we had to split 10 between us. and i really wanted pasta...then i called yun and lo and behold, she was nearby! so i went over to starbucks at far east to play the role of the loanshark. got back 10bucks. so we could afford to eat the food we wanted.

and guess what? i was entitled to free pasta worth up to $9.90. there was this card in my wallet all along! silly girl, shireen. ah well, that left me with more money for an ice-blended. we hung out at scotts coffeebean, scrambling to the armchairs the moment they were abandoned. had a pretty nice conversation with sprinkles and dollops of laughter here and there. i like change. but i'm glad some things are still the same. like our friendship.

i decided to take the train home. i was amused and intrigued. amused cos, this man was so indiscreetly peering at some stuff a girl was reading. it just looked so funny. intrigued cos, this other guy was looking all around and then writing some stuff down on his notepad. looked like he was writing a poem and was looking around for inspiration.

i wonder what he wrote there. i wonder what he thought of the skateboarder with the bright green-rimmed glasses. i wonder what he wrote about the extremely curious man sitting next to him, peering at the girl's reading materials. i wonder what he wrote about the lovers on the other side. i wonder what he wrote, if he did, about me, the girl itching to read what he wrote but trying not to show it.

i love travelling home at night. i love observing the lone wanderers of the sundown hours, lost in their solitude, their thoughts and their dreams. seems we share an unwritten, unspoken mutual understanding. i love walking along the emptying roads, wishing the journey to the gatestep would drag on a bit, so i can listen to one more song on my discman. i love looking up at the glow of the moon, magical and mystical. what more the stars. they don't leave a harsh impact on my eyes, like the sun. the night has a certain magic about it. and as i wander through the waking hours of it, it is mine and i dwell in its calmness and gentleness, till at last, i fall under its spell into slumber.