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What time is it ? ( No its not Tiger time )
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I've been waking up at the oddest hours recently .

Either my bladder has some unhappy issues with me or my body just loves playing mind games with me.

BECAUSE ITS DEFINITELY NOT FUNNY TO WAKE UP AT 5 BLOODY AM JUST TO USE THE TOILET.

And then i'll find myself inevitably parked in front of the fridge to erm , regulate my digestive system :p

I have no qualms about eating in the wee hours of the morning since i'm blessed ( or cursed ) with an incredibly high metabolism rate but it just doesn't feel right to have a sandwich and an iced coffee at 5am.

The coffee i made tastes oddly insipid today.

Oh well.

Might as well consolation in the fact that i do not have class today and will be able to make time to visit my "attaining Nirvana" spot at East Coast to seek inspiration for my bloody scriptwriting.

Yes , its my third attempt at it . It sucks being a perfectionalist ( if only for what you really love ) because you waste a lot of time re-doing the unecessary.

I know la , sounds incredibly cliched . As in , its laugh-out lame la to think about me sitting alone in some secluded part of a beach to work on a script.

As always in the movies , then some random cute guy will appear from nowhere . He will be very melacholy because his girlfriend left him , and will be playing a lonely tune with his violin.

Then the arty-farty female lead ( yours truly ) will be captivated by his playing , and will walk up to him and say with a faraway voice with her long silky hair flying gently in the wind " hey thats a such a beautiful tune ... You play very well"

Then he will look at her with wistful smile and tell her all about his sad story. She cries and while tugging at the helm of his shirt , says "I understand all that , i've been through it before .."

And then he will enquire about her reason for being here and then they will start reminiscing again as they look through her scripts , which is bound to be some tragedic romance story.

Then by dusk , she will be lying on his lap while he plays his violin...........

SO BLOODY CLICHED LAH !!!!!

The next time i read a script with such a done-to-death plot , i will seek the writer out and slap her ( its GOT to be a her ) with a trout.

Okay , time for bed again.