You Know I Mean What I Say

You Know I Mean What I Say




Up to this very moment, I never heard of him again.

Random.

Random.

1. I've moved back to Moulmein, the house's wonderful and I'm eager to start decorating my room.

2. Exams are next week but that means OTS is coming back in 4 weeks. Hey baby I can't wait to go on the trip. Everything settled! Okay, 'cept the insurance. YAY pa-tor in other countries instead of old boring Singapore. Orchard, Tampines Mall, Jurong Point, what else. *flicks the hand away in the bimbo way. BAH!*

3. I have a friend who looks like a witch. WAHAHAHA. oops.


27 days to more chumps on OTS' arms!

Drats

Drats

I don't have Internet access again! Sighs. If you're wondering where I'm blogging from, it's from the super cold library of SIM. I've been sitting here for the past four hours. BRRRRRR. I don't get it. Some users of the library whisper so loud, they might have been better off talking.

Anyway, there's this weird asshole living in the tenth storey of my block walking in and out of my house as if it's his, trying to find fault with the renovation works so that he can complain!

Thus:


He better not let me catch him. That fucker.