Let go, Ryan, let go.

I don't bite

=)

Happy thoughts

A dream in which I visited my secondary school on purpose to relive some memories. And in a sense, manufacture those memories. Now that I think of it, many of the people I remember being there, I met only during poly. She definitely didn't study science with me. And she most certainly never knew me before poly. What are they doing in my dream?

Oh well, nice to be able to storm into class and make a ruckus, knowing nothing really bad will happen. And just as I wake up from my dream, the alternate reality slowly becomes imagination, and then realisation that those imaginations, in dream state, are slurred and I therefore have more time to process the tiny details that make the imaginations more real.

Blur sotong you

grossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgross

Didn't know it was possible to fall in love with clothes... till today. Those two stores at Somerset are the next place I'm going to once I get my next paycheck. Killer cardi (159) plus supaeh shirt (119). I hope they don't disappear soon...

Well, hurray to new pants! Nicest fitting pants ever bought! Also bought a comic book volume for a steal of 5 bucks at the somerset flea :D

Didn't have time to drool over the art because for the first time in a long long while, all I could think about was trying on new stuffs. So unlike me, I know.

/Skeptic

So Miss Cynthia wants me to do some work for MTV Africa. Let's see if Miss Cynthia is really who she is. I'm still waiting for the email saying that she got into an accident and needs some money. Or something like that.