It was an unbelievably busy week, with stuff popping up in my schedule like popcorn in a popcorn
machine.Ohmigawd, what a stupid analogy.
But Anyway. Busy is good, I always say, but being busy and not having enough rest is no good. I
was running on 4hrs of sleep on 20hr days (my mathematics Power ah! heehee).
It was this last day that I knew would be the cherry on the sundae (???). The day where I'd make
it through, and fall sick the next morning.
5am: Alarm rings.
6am: Picking Azra, the most metrosexual drummer I know, up.
7am: Shopping in duty-free (what the hell, I can't believe that I still don't realize that I'm a shopaholic.)
8am: On the way to KL.
11am: Arrive at The Pavillion, touch base with the rest of the guys.
11am: Arrive at The Pavillion, touch base with the rest of the guys.
12nn: First Show, We're UP!
*** High on Fatigue ***
5:30pm: Our LAST SHOW for the day! Yay!
5:30pm: Our LAST SHOW for the day! Yay!
6pm: Azra and I decide that Uniqlo is important enough.
6:30pm: But realize that it's actually cheaper in our homeland.
7pm: On our way to the Airport Express train station.
8pm: No time for dinner!
8:15pm: Rushing to get onto the train.
8:15pm: Rushing to get onto the train.
8:45pm: DINNER PLEASE~!!!!
9:30pm: Boarding the plane back to Singapore.
9:30pm: Boarding the plane back to Singapore.
12am: HOME. BATH. BED.
1 comment:
when will i ever get to watch a performance?
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