Fucking safe

First, lets all be nice and pray for us. Pray that we will be fine. =] Come on, put your hands together and pray sincerely.

"May Minghui and Meli get through everything together. Pray that they make it through! "

I am still not anyone holy. But just for a change, lets do this =]


Okay anyway, I met her last night and I toured around >watching< her talking to her friend. Lol, I don't even know what they are talking about. A little bit of gossiping, trashing, pieces of advices, business plans. Anyway, thanks for Subway dinner. Fucked up bank doesn't open on public holidays and weekends. Seriously, Singapore service sector should run 24/7. WORLD CLASS BITCH! CARRY THAT NAME! Service includes food by the way. I want dim sum , unagi and Botak Jones at 2.43 am.





And I met her today right after my driving lesson. I got an instructor who has NEVER cleared my lessons before. Have to down gear before over taking. Road has to be fucking clear before changing lanes (uhh, this is Singapore. Road fucking clear?) Car not allowed to jerk a SINGLE bit when braking. Dumb right? And he says , " you are so outdated, because you are still taking Manual lessons. " O.o.. I am afraid I might get to drive a 1930 Hibbard & Darrin LWB Transformable in future you know ?! They don't have automatic transmission for those kinda vintage cars alright!

So, she came to my place to "decorate" my calender! Lol, we didn't really decorate it. Just spam crappy words and pictures all over the place. It was pretty fun though. She slept half way. Then woke up to continue. And we went to sleep after that. Shag balls.


My 2009 calender!









































And.. I GOT A NEW GAY POUCH!










Bye Yakult free gift. Hello Daiso bag!



Then, of course. Send that princess home. Oh ya, I didn't shave today
*coughJACQnevershavescough*

I noticed that I look very ugly next to her. Damn. Stairway by the way. Yeap, I just bathed and I didn't bother making my hair before sending her home. IT IS JUST SENDING HER HOME!







And she thought that my Batman shirt was cute. DC Shirt, Jordan shorts *SNAP!*. What a stunning model! Stuns you upon thinking why the fuck was I chosen.

And, we got YAMYAM biscuits. Old school retro snack. I didn't know they got stupid words printed on the biscuits until >TODAY<. When I was young I didn't really give a fuck about such shit (Melina's version : When I was young, I didn't care. Like, literally)

















I remembered they only cost 80 cents at the Indian provision shop =( And by the way, that provision under my block got fucking robbed. LOL! Even the stupid gashaphon machine got stolen. THE FUCKED UP ONE WHO USED TO EAT UP MY 50 CENTS AND DOESN'T WANNA GIVE ME THE TOY I WANTED! And his loaves of bread got tossed all around. We call him Uncle Samy. Classic Indian name for a provision shop owner



Yay! Pussy entry done.