Lady luck smiled boys.

I have been sailing on a lucky streak today. Trimming long story short, I saw a couple of guys who caught my eye today.

The very first was a small boy, probably the age of four, and he was the cutest thing a mother can ever beg for. It was easy to discern how obedient and curious he is as a young child. Blessed with fair skin and good looks, he is bound to evolve into a handsome young lad.

Just when I thought my day kicked off well, it simply got better. A duo, presumably gays, boarded the train and stood right in front of me.

Initially, I was disgusted by one of them who dressed in tight-fitting, chest-revealing, V-neck red t-shirt, tucked into his jeans, with a slight belly protruding. But when I managed to catch their accent even whilst having my earpiece plugged in, I stole a peek at their faces.

I gasped in silence. They were so hot and handsome, making the rest of the guys on board looked ugly and in need of artificial alterations to their faces.

I tried to take occasional glances discreetly behind my shades. Speaking of which, they had their shades on too, and that made them even more smouldering hot. We hardly ever see local guys looking this good.

I could not tell if the forth guy was a teenager or a kid. He gave me the impression that he is a teenager yet to hit puberty stage. Just a few days back, he had already gotten my attention at Ion Orchard's Topman. So much of a coincidence that I bumped into him again today, but this time, it was at Marina Square's Topman.

The very last guy was a more ordinary-looking guy. What made him stand out were his considerably massive biceps and flawless skin.

What better ways to make my day a great one?
(I didn't proofread this post, so pardon me.)