I had a typical bimbotic conference in bed early in the morning.
-Then we really have to go.
Bill for the entire day spent on food summed up to $100++, for three lonely souls. Alfredo, Carbonara, Crepe Champoign, Strawberry Soda, Peach Soda, Lychee Soda, four cakes, and two shakes.
-As if you have a choice.
When we were at TCC, we ordered two Chocolate Delice, a Marble Cheesecake, and a Devil Chocolate Cake. These Chocolate Delice cakes were amazing. Tetek Hancur saw a round thing inside and she ate it. Susu Tetek also saw a round thing in the other Chocolate Delice and here was what happened.
ST: Hey! A cherry, I like.
(Susu Tetek put the 'cherry' into her mouth and started chewing.)
ST: Wow. How come it tastes so weird?
(Susu Tetek's face turned sour. It tasted so queer, only to realise that it was a rum.)
ST: Rum! Huh, it's a rum? Oh my god, a rum! How come (TH) didn't tell me it was a rum?
TH: I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.
ST: I ate a rum!
ZG: Hahaha. What, there is rum in that cake? Huh, huh?
ST: You already had it. Chocolate cakes are dangerous.
ZG: How come (TH) has no reaction when she ate it and look at you?
TH: Nothing what. It's just a rum.
ST: I'm drunk. I'm drunk. I ate a rum!
So it went on and on.
-I'll sing it one last time for you.
..That I ate a rum!
We left the airport at 2100 and headed for Whitesands to meet Nadz and Ash. We were standing outside Whitesands and they were sitting observing us for five minutes before we actually realised their presence. Sooo embarrassing, haha. ZG was humming to Run and it really got into my head. I guess that explains why. So while ZG went to serve beers and TH went to Geylang, I stayed with them outside Mcdonalds for consultation. So I got home at around one in the morning and I was so exhausted.
(ZG and TH, spare me for the nonsense. Haha.)
Made me wondered.
What have you been going through?
-I can hardly speak.
The emptiness in those beautiful eyes.
-To think I might not see those eyes.
A thousand words they can speak.
You never did.
-To think I might not see those eyes.
-Makes it so hard not to cry.
The past.
Something so hard to fathom.
-And I can barely look at you.
If only your voice surrounds me.
Even if the time has to stop.
I know much more.
-You've been the only thing that's right.
-In all I've done.
Those smiles mean nothing.
-Louder, louder.
Those pain will not be in vain.
Your presence.
-I understand.
-Why you can't raise your voice to say.
Those greens don't just end at your foot.
-Even if you cannot hear my voice.
-I'll be right beside you, dear.
I'm hardly worried about my academics and all. But this time, I really do.
Lyn, the eternity thing I said weeks ago, I felt that it's true. It may be silly, but this time, it feels different. Harti hancur.
Nabz, your song.
Loves.
Knickers.
Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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