i just need you to know
listen to shayne ward's no promises. it's really a sweet song. something you and your partner should dance to when you're alone in the middle of the night. don't mind the haze-infected brain of mine because i'm missing someone bad. i'm sorry i turned down a date. actually, the haze has cleared up significantly, thanks to the wind. but no rains yet. maybe the monsoon season hasn't arrived. can't wait for the rainy season to arrive. then it's hello to:
i lost 2kg. i lied to everyone at home. so they won't feel bad having to stand next to the stick. my mum was commenting that being skinny isn't that good. and she compared me to delifrance baguettes! skinny, but don't have much feeling. very hard some more. yah yah. i got the hint. big time.
yesterday there was an annoying mitsubishi evo driver (i need to point the car out to someone. apparently he reads my blog.) there was an old man crossing. old man who had to use a walking stick and can only walk at a slow pace. yes, the light is green, but pedestrians have a right of way. what? didn't you learn that at driving school? even i know the rule. just because you own an expensive car, it doesn't give you the right to be honking and honking. you think your car horn sound very nice, ah? mine nicer and louder. you don't even know what the hell is going on then want to act big. bloody ass, you want the taxi driver in front to run over the old man is it? ccb. then speed tunjuk terror nampak. but guess what, retribution came in 20 seconds and you were boxed up in no time by the other drivers. knn, your car big, ego also big. oh please, mitsubishi evo and all you sports cars are useless on singapore roads. you can't even go past the 90km/h speed limit on the highway and the roads are filled with traffic lights that stop you every moment you try to gain speed.
video killed the radio star.
- snuggling up with the blanket
- waking up feeling lazy rather than sticky and sweaty with heat
- an excuse to get a blazer (i have my own money to get one)
- walks in the rain
- my ratty nikes flooding
i lost 2kg. i lied to everyone at home. so they won't feel bad having to stand next to the stick. my mum was commenting that being skinny isn't that good. and she compared me to delifrance baguettes! skinny, but don't have much feeling. very hard some more. yah yah. i got the hint. big time.
yesterday there was an annoying mitsubishi evo driver (i need to point the car out to someone. apparently he reads my blog.) there was an old man crossing. old man who had to use a walking stick and can only walk at a slow pace. yes, the light is green, but pedestrians have a right of way. what? didn't you learn that at driving school? even i know the rule. just because you own an expensive car, it doesn't give you the right to be honking and honking. you think your car horn sound very nice, ah? mine nicer and louder. you don't even know what the hell is going on then want to act big. bloody ass, you want the taxi driver in front to run over the old man is it? ccb. then speed tunjuk terror nampak. but guess what, retribution came in 20 seconds and you were boxed up in no time by the other drivers. knn, your car big, ego also big. oh please, mitsubishi evo and all you sports cars are useless on singapore roads. you can't even go past the 90km/h speed limit on the highway and the roads are filled with traffic lights that stop you every moment you try to gain speed.
video killed the radio star.
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11:08 am
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