went to longhouse at thomson for dinner after a game of golf.
seriously, golf is boring.
haha... u stand there, more ur arms, swing, watch e ball fly.
hm, why am i doing sth i dont like?
i think counting e strands of hair on my forearm is more interesting.


on thursday, we were supposed to cycle to jalan kayu for roti prata.
what was supposed to be a half an hour journey took one hour.
i suggested taking a shortcut, which turned out to be a longcut cause i tried to geh kiang.
good lo, we ended looking like lobsters.

halfway through. it was drizzling and we were cycling along some lrt pathway. which happened to be isolated.

see? it's really isolated. we had insects for company though. which was totally disgusting.

cycled one hour to get to this place. e prata not as nice leh.

we ate. n ate. and e silence was disgustingly deafening. goodness.
guess e both of us were pretty tired?
then we cycled to punggol park just for e swing.
sat for fifteen minutes and realised e schoolgirls were not gonna give up e swings.
cycled back home n realised i got burnt.
i still look like a lobster today.
yucks. i wanted a sexy tan when i went swimming, but i got a lobster tan instead.
hai... it hurts when i scratch e mole on my forearm.