Breathesaturday:
finished work at around 9pm.stupid me got stuck in orchard not remembering tt it was christmas eve.tonnes of idiots squeezing past each other.major human traffic.scummy and i were helplessly pushing our way thru the crowd.cldnt breathe.cldnt walked.was stuff up like a can of sardines.we had idiots spraying those daft snow sprays at each other.randomly.RandomLY.
great way to pick girls up.caught one u like wif huge boobies and what do u do? SPRAY the snow spray!!and she ll probably end up in huge fits of giggles with the rest of her girlfrens.and voila, u can prob get her in bed by christmas morning!
seriously if it was 5 years ago and i was there with a whole bunch of horny hormone raging girlfrens, i ll probably be having the best time of my hormone raging period in life..no wonder my dad implemented curfews(he still does nowadaes too...sigh)
desperate,we got into the least packed bus..111 to ghim moh?..like where the toot is that?..and by midnight we ended up at some rundown coffeeshop at queenstown mrt station.eating roti prata.ROTI prata.like what the?
and tt coffeeshop has this whole bunch of angry people.frm the apek to the indian man.
they all looked pissed.like what the?
made our earliest escape.
ended up in sunny ol yishun.dun u jus love yishun!?
tot it was too early to go home,
and voila we got ourselves narnia tickets at 2am in the morning!
backseats!!lucky lucky.
it was an ok show.did left me wif a whole load of questions unanswered.
but i love aslang.
gorgeous.beautiful.magnificent.
if only tiger starts growing a mane.
i would love to have aslang as a pet.
or maybe husband also can.
he can be my second after king kong.
i realise that i have this closet fetish for affectionate animals.
which is sooo wrong.