i hate direction

warning: this is not an abstract entry.

slept over at KinKin's last night. for i am not good at being home alone. so i went there and we chatted a bit. ok not a bit but A LOT. and she reminded me of something silly i've done in NYC.

i am not good at DIRECTION. put me anywhere near RIT and forever you'll never see me again. take my words. it takes a lot of me to remember my way back home. that was what happened to me when i was in NYC. we went to Time Square for several times and i have to remember new direction each time. it sucks. however, i'm better at retrieving old memories as i led the way to the ferry (to go visit aunty liberty).

i have to admit that. i can't remember the directions. i remember the landmarks. if i were to walk from Gleason circle to Racquet Club, it will take more than an hour to figure out which way do i have to take. *sigh*

hey. here, give it a listen.

Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson



till then.

bye.