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.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Get me a plastic bag.

We are Singaporeans. We are educated. We are educated Singaporeans. We are all educated for the wrong reasons. We are educated. We are educated Singaporeans. We are educated but nothing good comes out of it.

How can anyone be so shameless to the extent of digging your navel in the public? I just witnessed that today and I was rudely taken aback. It was such a revolting sight and my heart goes out to the lady beside that uncivilised man whom I presumed his wife. What pleasure do you derive? The tingling sensation when you twirl your finger in your belly button? The sound of flicking your fingers which indicates a sense of achievement when you are getting rid of the shit? Or the lingering odour on your upper lip when you decide to scratch it after you have dug your navel?

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