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Sitting by a fire on a lonely night,
Hanging over from another good time..
With another girl.. Little dirty girl..


Wednesday, August 13, 2008 @ 1:45 PM.

Dad's coming home this evening (FOR REAL). His plane takes off at 6pm, so he'll probably touchdown at around 8. Mum asked if I wanted to follow her to the airport to fetch him and obviously i said that i didn't want to, for i have to study. Lame excuse, uh whatever. Then mum got all pissy and said "No, you're coming with me and that's it.". Then why ask me if i wanted to go in the first place? If there's a question, means there's choices. But she gave me a question, with no choices at all.

I had an encounter with these lady who was singing OPERA-STYLE in the train. She was sitting next to me in the two-seater. And once the train got underground, and it got all noisy, she started to sing, and when it got quiet again, she stopped. Well, my guess is that she didn't want people to hear. But it's obviously not helping. And after that, this guy wearing formal office wear with headphones on, catwalked from the lift to the yellow line at the train platform at Punggol LRT Station. Once he reached the yellow line, he did something like a Saturday Night Fever pose. Y'know, that pose where you have a finger pointing up to the sky and the other arm on your waist or something like that? I caught this episode on Channel Newsasia, when they had this interview with two street performers from China or something, who are now doing their thing here in Singapore. One of them mentioned that Singaporeans need to be more exposed to the arts scene and learn to appreciate it. I think some Singaporeans are getting the idea. But I'm confused. Do we really have talented people? Or weird people?

Fetched Khye from work again yesterday. Brought him Chicken Wrap from school which turned cold (obviously) by the time i reached Buona Vista and his favourite Choco Pie and Wangwang biscuits. I seriously thought i ought not to fetch him right after he said I was being rude for laughing at him when he said he was hungry. Well, now he knows why i was laughing.

To Boyfriend: Moral of the story is to not always think that I'm the 'bad' and 'selfish' one. I was hurt, and still am.

some random sites I think you guys would want to check out. Don't say I didn't warn you though. Heh.
Grandma in Denial: http://message.snopes.com/showthread.php?t=7212
Man almost loses his penis (got the link from Mariaaaa!) : http://www.weirdasianews.com/2008/08/07/man-almost-loses-penis-humping-steel-bench/
Got hookers all around, dun want to go to them. =/







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Mas Nurul Azurin ♥
19 years old, 20th March.
Nanyang Polytechnic.
Bucky Baby. ♥

Chatterbox.


Applause.

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