Istana was quite exciting. There were cute primary school kids playing in the band (not bad la) and people marching around and interesting gifts from other countries and posh-looking stuff.

The grounds were also huge and resembled a goft course.

I made a lot of presidential jokes which should not be retold, for fear of legal repercussions.

After that I had fun at Daiso and Spotlight at PS, buying random stuff like cancerous hats and charcoal facewash.

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Though it was really a fun day, it kinda went off when I logged on to the net.

Feels kinda flat.

I think I'm still going to school tomorrow. Even if people think I'm extra. I will sit down carefully, because people are pretty raw nowadays and you don't want to step on their nerves.

Yeah maybe I'll practice my instrument for a little bit. I've neglected it way too much. The sound might be jarring to some.

Then after they've gone off to sit for their bio exam (which I don't qualify for), I'll go to that cafe and be at a window seat.

Maybe order a hot chocolate drink, and a cookie.

Then I'll start thinking on what I want to do. But one thing I know is right: this isn't a right time to do anything. We should wait till the ants crawl off us, then start to talk. I've always wanted peace, even if sometimes it seemed like I was never the peacemaker.

Truth. Is it that elusive?

I know the truth. The whole, terrible, truth. As much as I don't want to have anything to do with it, I know I can't escape the inevitable responsibility.

The truth is... I can't stand the truth. But it doesn't mean that I won't try. I know I've been trying. So hard too.

I'll leave more for myself to think, when I do fulfil this prediction, at the window seat of the cafe.

Meanwhile, please think only the best of me.