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.


Monday, February 02, 2009

We'll whisper our secrets.

Train tracks do come to an end, but I still have miles ahead.
Please don't slow my journey down, for it's time to get to my destination now.



First incident:
I ordered chips as usual and asked Nabz to request for more chip spice from the kitchen.
Then Khai gave me half a medium-sized ramekin of chip spice. Nuts.

Second incident:
Mhars kept asking for group hug. Haha.

Third incident:
I literally fell while working. It's a long story. I was sitting there laughing at myself when I fell. How embarrassing.

Forth incident:
I broke my first glass while working. Another long story. Alas.

Fifth incident:
Charie jumped for joy when she saw a pan of brownie.


Goodnight, fellows.
(I'm a sad sad girl.)

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