The Lover of the Fridge.(Waves,it's me) which doubles up as a mirror!(How great can that get!)
Food Lover.
Updates on the girlie outting on thursday.(that's what I wore when I was out chillin' with them)It was kinda wacky cos' we were at arab street,bugis,paragon(basically town) and holland village. haha
We were at this really edgy Egytian cafe at Arab Street-Haji Lane- that "spins"Egytian-techno. It's like kinda groovy but(not the ones that "lians and bengs" would shake their heads to.) haha Had heart to heart talk with the husband and wife plus the happy 3 friends. haha here's some of the pictures...
Happy 3 Friends
Fun Factor:10/10. haha Well, it's the company that matters most. Thanks for the advices too. Be it the good or bad ones. haha. I gotta try recollecting all the memories and putting it into words cos' they've already been registered in my mind(i sound so serious). Shit lar, I'm high. I'm making a point to record all these history into the Debbie's world of crappy records. haha. I was told that I DON'T belong to this Era. Labelled as the romantic-poet-loves jazzonova plus rock & roll me. And prolly guys would be wonderin' what's wrong with me.
I'm special(you see)
haha well, writing a poem is just another form of affection or communication to me. It's like short message system(sms). And yes, musicians are normally emo. haha Come Along Come Along. Prolly it's the issue of being high or smth that's affecting myfriends that I'm talking to now. Or maybe I said something wrong or naughty. I swear I didn't. (Crossing my fingers.)
Shoot me. I'm almost gone. So I'm gonna bid my goodbyes and Farewell.
Good night. Shall continue tomorrow.=)
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