Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Sinbad and Mr. Lifestory.

i was free falling into the ocean and fell so deep that i almost drown. and then there i was hanging by some tree branch with nothing but cars below me. and before i knew it i was singing to the ocs tamil song which i learned for commissioning. the final straw came when Sinbad decides to ring the door bell to visit me.

what a weird dream.

and at 1.35am waking up to the tune of the tamil song and the image of Sinbad in his turban, my phone rang.

as if it was a continuation of the dream, the fella went in mandarin, 'where did i stop just now? oh the kids were running around the house....yaddayadda' before i even got a chance to say hello. and before he got too carried away i cut him off with a damn sleepy and pissed, 'wrong number'. and he just hung up.

and to think that that would have scare him off, my phone rang again. and this time, more pissed than ever, i was deteremined to cut him off before he continues his life story on me. 'you've got the wrong number.'

he didnt even wish me goodnight and sweet dreams.

blardy idiot.

and all thanks to whoever he scare off by giving him a wrong number. of all the number combinations, he got mine.

if only it wasnt a private number, i wld ring him back right now and tell him about how Sinbad came looking for me.

so now at 2am, am more awake then ever. all thanks to Sinbad and Mr. Lifestory.

pissed.
desmond scribbled at 1:52 AM.
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