I'm left with another bout if strangeness tonight.

Actually, my day started pretty well. I managed to get to my tutorial on time, had a decent showing with my impromtu group presentation, stayed awake in lecture and paid attention in lab.

Then, Fara, Zul and i scooted off to Plaza Sing to wile time away before debate started. Everything seemed fine and dandy, a typical day in my life.

We even had a silly little conversation :

Zul : I play the saxophone ... (something something) .... (someone) comes from a very musical family. Each plays a different instrument.

Cheryl : (enthusiastically) I come from a very musical family too! I play LIPS (starts to strum lips) and my bro plays the ARMPITS (mimics armpit farts)

It started to warp once i got back to school. We met Daddy Lian at Mac. And he voiced displeasure against how Kamala had made life so difficult for us during attachment. He stressed that he was still having a cold war with her.

That just sent the warning bells into overdrive. No prizes for guessing how my life will be under her tutelage. I just have to exercise restraint in my demeanor - unless things get too out of hand, then i'll go direct to the superiors again. But seriously, this drama with the Indian wanabe next top model has to stop. The drama is comming on par with the taiwanese serials.

And off to debate we went. Like pigs to slaughter. wee wee wee

The turnout for debate was unexpectedly encouraging. So much so, we managed to squeeze in a debate practice and even had one extra member in excess to be an adjudicator. Joey wasn't in his usual short sleeved shirt and jeans combo. Instead, he cut quite a dashing profile with his simple black polo tee and khaki pants, teamed with a gleaming pair of black squared toed loafers.

I had to try hard not to stare.

I got assigned to take on the role of the 1st speaker. An 'honour' that i'd frankly never wish myself. A role that seemed to be sticking to me since the encounter with Jose.

Organization is not exactly my forte.

Worst still, Joey chose to POI me, then highlighted some key issues in my address after i finished. Lo and behold, i was made to reorganize and re-present my edited version.

Hello twilight zone.

Nizar was in his usual magnificent glory - i christen him a 'Diety Of Debate'. Fara exuded new found confidence and poise. Bravos to all who attended!

I lost some energy for a simple fact that it's hard to debate about certain topics when they conflict fiercely with my own principles (the topic being, THW legalize animated child pornography, and i was prop).

Joey loaded us with information as he analyzed the on-going clashes. I watched the time tick by, reminded by knowing glances from the others.

Goodbye America's Next Top Model. Hello lonely night rides.

We ended at 10.30pm. Walking to the mrt, Edwin, Joey and i extolled our love for animation. I spoke of my love affair with Wolverine, Rogue and The Incredible Hulk (especially the real life series in the 70s). Joey preferred graphic novels. Edwin, he liked the more recent characters.

The commuters in the mrt at night ooze a totally different aura from that of the day crowd. The night crowd looks harsh and jaded in comparision. And i don't like riding the mrt by myself. It gets really lonely.

I reached home near 12. I'm done for the day.