So I went for mass once again.
Damn I love singing at my highest offpitch voice.
Like no one bothers for you should sing if not you are like not participating well.
Had dinner at Meng’s kitchen, I heart their mince pork noodle so much.
Mouth-watering, okay I ma craving for it with additional cockles please. YUMYUM

I wanted to take shots of my mommy but she was half the time saying
“stop taking la, watch your steps, think very nice in the middle of the road take pictures!”
“fine! Don’t take you THEN.”

After which went to town (I need CNY stuffs, this year I am doing very last minute shopping and not intentions on splurging on the “wants” instead real “needs”), and I waited for my dear friend for half an hour, watching video on my mp3 but seriously the busstop sucks, there were flies landing on me every few minutes. Like I am a dog with fleas trying to fling them away. ARGG.

I remembered once when I was in secondary 2, apparently I waited for my friend for whole 2 and ½ hours. Maybe Boiling Point Programme should come and play a trick on me. I waited so long for she got no mobile phone, I worry if I go and comes that sort you know. So I waited and inhale so much exhaust fuel from the passing buses.
My poor lungs.

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