i think i'll go to boston

it's 5.19pm. i'm waiting for tanjung katong to be shared to my dear faidz who's at kuala lumpur. aha! someone's msn-ing during work. tsk tsk. (if he ever finds my blog, i think this post would be long gone by then. unless he secretly reads it) school still seems foreign to me. because there are no j2s in sight. they're all at home or somewhere enjoying their days off or worse, mugging at home. ( i feel for you daniel saw)


how shit can today be? i can tell by your tone (yes even sms) that you resent me. do you think i'm stupid or something? oh please. get over it. that's life. need i teach you the life lessons i taught jonathan? i hope not. that'd be too humiliating and condescending for you. don't come running to me when in the end, you realise that all i did was the best. but you're too proud to realise that. i'm not that person you can step all over. the sooner you realise that the better.


oh well.


his job? share the camera limelight with the singapore delegates and smile pretty like them. you've got an easy life, faidz.


that rare moment i get to take a photo of Petronas Twin Towers from the top.


mug shot. caught for shamelessly calling herself 'dara jelita' during di tanjung katong


love
-tanjung katong girl