yay! kumbaya! what the fuck is kumbaya anyway?
kamiliah, can i have your travis? i've been listening to them for the past two days and at times, i keep thinking i'm listening to coldplay.
my friends and i went to ang moh kio to watch soongfee's sis's salsa performance. it looked like super fun la. there was also the dance by the YMCA creative dance group, made up mainly of down syndrome kids, and they were super cute-cum-funny-cum-cool. i swear they danced better than i ever can.
which reminds me, i'll be spending so much money that by the time the holidays are done, i'll be broke once again. after bangkok, we'll be getting VVIP tables at ang moh chick gone wild's party. after which we'll be heading down to some dilapidated hotel. it better be run down, i dont want to fork out so much for that.
i've not eaten a single solid food since morning, and i'm not even fasting today.
i was at city hall mrt (say it.. say it as mert) when a caucasian dude walked up the stairs and we exchanged looks, nothing funny. then as he climbed up the next flight, we smiled yet again.
15 seconds later, he came down and stood there for a good 5 seconds before i noticed him. we smiled, again.
then, it hit me. he might have thought i was gay.
oh oh! i got hit on two times yesterday. yay. ego booster.
it's nothing personal, but i really don't like doing sms-es. after reading some report that sms-ing with one thumb can cause some injury, i've subconciously stopped msging enthusiastically. it's really like an added responsibility to reply anyone promptly.
the only few people i would reply within the next minute would be
my piano teacher
my boss
my soongfee steph paul
my jinks/muji/fft/picky.
my girlfriend
only because i have to. otherwise my weekends would be spent cleaning my room (hah..)
ok i dont really reply most of them at all sometimes. but that's the idea. i had a more-than-6-msgs conversation with two different people, which is a rarity.
ohk, gramercy's having a sale this week before i leave for bangkok. means i won't be able to spend much, if not at all. knnbccb. everything boils down to pure bad timing this hols.
count down baybeh. no nagging, no worries and no sms-es (not that i get much daily)
soong was introducing her friend to us and everything seemed normal, just hi-s and hellos.
me: noticed how i didn't try to hit on her?
steph: uh huh. i did.
that happens when you hang out way too much with your friends. i don't even realise im lifting their skirts up and rubbing their boobs on the public transport.
i'm gonna die, and end up in hell i tell you. and you know what? you're gonna join me in there man.
i let out a snigger. heh.
my friends and i went to ang moh kio to watch soongfee's sis's salsa performance. it looked like super fun la. there was also the dance by the YMCA creative dance group, made up mainly of down syndrome kids, and they were super cute-cum-funny-cum-cool. i swear they danced better than i ever can.
which reminds me, i'll be spending so much money that by the time the holidays are done, i'll be broke once again. after bangkok, we'll be getting VVIP tables at ang moh chick gone wild's party. after which we'll be heading down to some dilapidated hotel. it better be run down, i dont want to fork out so much for that.
i've not eaten a single solid food since morning, and i'm not even fasting today.
i was at city hall mrt (say it.. say it as mert) when a caucasian dude walked up the stairs and we exchanged looks, nothing funny. then as he climbed up the next flight, we smiled yet again.
15 seconds later, he came down and stood there for a good 5 seconds before i noticed him. we smiled, again.
then, it hit me. he might have thought i was gay.
oh oh! i got hit on two times yesterday. yay. ego booster.
it's nothing personal, but i really don't like doing sms-es. after reading some report that sms-ing with one thumb can cause some injury, i've subconciously stopped msging enthusiastically. it's really like an added responsibility to reply anyone promptly.
the only few people i would reply within the next minute would be
my piano teacher
my boss
my soongfee steph paul
my jinks/muji/fft/picky.
my girlfriend
only because i have to. otherwise my weekends would be spent cleaning my room (hah..)
ok i dont really reply most of them at all sometimes. but that's the idea. i had a more-than-6-msgs conversation with two different people, which is a rarity.
ohk, gramercy's having a sale this week before i leave for bangkok. means i won't be able to spend much, if not at all. knnbccb. everything boils down to pure bad timing this hols.
count down baybeh. no nagging, no worries and no sms-es (not that i get much daily)
soong was introducing her friend to us and everything seemed normal, just hi-s and hellos.
me: noticed how i didn't try to hit on her?
steph: uh huh. i did.
that happens when you hang out way too much with your friends. i don't even realise im lifting their skirts up and rubbing their boobs on the public transport.
i'm gonna die, and end up in hell i tell you. and you know what? you're gonna join me in there man.
i let out a snigger. heh.
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09 October, 2005 01:07.u chee ko pek. haha.
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