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, July 20, 2009

Spare me.

Yesterday was kind of awkward and all, but since I was still feeling unwell, my attention was apparently diverted to myself.

This was what happened. I met up with Anne along the way and we headed to Downtown together. Coincidentally, we bumped into Nadz and Nab when we were about to take the escalator down, and them, in the opposite direction.

So we were roped in to throw a little birthday surprise for dearest, and a belated one for Nadz.

As time went by, I felt my temperature rising. Nadz said I looked like I was on the verge of collapsing.
NOOOOO! It mvst haue been svch an awfvl sight.
Nab was right. When I fall sick, I will be very sick.

I have never been so vulgar before. I have been mentally hurling abuse at myself. It is such a wrong time to fall ill! Grrr..

After the whole mini celebration, Nab, Anne and Ash walked me over to Nadz's bike. There was this brief moment of silence when I was wondering about something. I thought Nadz should turn out the other way instead of that way then I realised the arrow was directing that way instead of the other way.
Confused? So am I.
Anyhow, he sent me home and that probably set soulmate's mind at ease(:

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