it's that time of the year again and if there is one thing that I hate, is to go through the process yearly without fail. it's the crowds I'm blaming, not the people yo.
*how ironic*


the thought of having STRANGERS breathing down your neck, hands & arms soo close they could touch your bosoms or bottoms with that freaky smile when they could GET near ....
it's like an ultimate PISS OFF mode.
and I aint kidding when I'm saying it, cause I KNOW.


fucktarts made me curse & swear incessantly the moment I stepped into Geylang Bazaar.
& I've got the privilage too okay. so no finger-pointing.
*laughs*


zomg. I told myself to stop being racist (well not to OTHER races but mine) but I just couldn't help it. One thing I couldn't stand is about the service. It's bad enough for me to be bitching about them during this virtuous month ... so let this be heard for the last time.




well, not all but mostly. they took your cash, packed your stuffs, threw it and without even looking at you. Such wonderful service aint it?
damn right I was cursing under my breath.
& wass'up with guys and itchy hands? want me to chop it off for ya?
I'LL BE GLAD too. shame on you freaks.



anyhoots, met a number of familiar faces. surprise surprise.
even aunty Peah?! gosh!! how much her girl has grown! kawaii-ness!
*smiles*



a ride back home in the Bayerische Motoren Werke AG was the ultimate gateaway to Dreamland but with the racket coming from the boys, it's a definite I'm still in awake in reality.
*damn*


Loves`