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, December 14, 2009

Holler up.


The blustering noise generating from the above flat has been causing so much of a din since 1000 hours this morning when I was still sound asleep. My head is thumping along to the perpetual rhythm of the construction yet nonconstructive noise. Here I am trying to relish my Monday afternoon with soft sunlight streaming into the house, whilst sipping a glass of mixer that is gradually losing its chillness. I just have to stretch my patience for not more than three hours and I will be out of my house, free from the incessant, intolerable, deafening noise.

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