how's a break sound

i woke from a ridiculous dream in the morning and somehow right now, i can't recall what i'd done for the afternoon. no, seriously. i can't remember. once again i'm shocked by my own inability to recall things so often. i think my brain is a bit off, most definitely. i just can't seem to register some things in my head. :(

we visited chinatown for a bit late at night just. rach was wanting to go find bak kwa and abalone there. we were fortunate to find parking space in a carpark at a reasonable walking distance away. the crowd wasn't too terrible. just that the ground was wet, there were canvas overhead the stall owners had probably set up as temporary rain shelters. unfortunately these canvasses were hung pretty low so i had to go low or get strangled by dangling nylon strings that were holding the canvas together. the crowd... although not too packed, had annoying people who would walk real slowly. and if it were a huge family, they'd fan out as if they own the road and thus preventing other people from over taking them. =_= another thing i found irritating was the fact that my forehead and nose felt so itchy all that while. i don't know if it were because of the heat or wind blowing on my loose strands of hair which tickles my forehead. it's just plain irritating. but i guess the trip there wasn't too disappointing. not that i have much to get from there. i was just tagging along for the walk. ^^;;

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