Today i watched Ocean's 13.
NICE NICE NICE :D

then we went to jasmine's house to rot,
and i used her netball to bowl on the floor then clement
kicked the ball up high and it hit and smashed the whole bowl of curry unto the floor
and the curry splashed everywhere, sheeeet.

Then we went for the uncle ringo funfair,
i think we almost spent S$170.

geraldine screamed like a girl!
haha yey!

clement screamed like a girl!
haha yey!

jasmine screamed like a girl!
haha yey!

Okay, photos photos photos! : D

look at the wall, clement cause it and he is cleaning the chair.
look the the bowl, its empty! and look at the chair, so many spots!
curryish floor.
jasmine trying to clean up the mess.
the culprit, clement loh.
we played blackjack when geraldine came.
hahah miss geraldine lam.
clement grinning : D
g lam buying bubble tea for me.
jasmine moved away too fast.
the euro wheel.
me and the clement.
the swinging thing.
clement, jasmine, geraldine.
clement, jasmine, geraldine.
clement in the wheeel.
g lam singing in the wheeel.
jasmine and me.
g lam emoing.
g lam emoing again.
me and my dearest cousin.
me and geraldine the lam.
from the top, humans look like ants.
g lam and jasmine.
jasmine and g lam,
uhhh. g lam isn't wearing a wig.

I just felt like posting this post,
grabbed from a close friend's blog.
He stood there, awe-strucken and speechless.

What had happened... or rather, what didn't happen, brought him over to the depths of madness.

He knew very well what hit him... The crux of the matter wasn't a question of fallacy, but of reality.

She didn't want him. Daily affairs didn't matter now, and didn't matter then. The shocking revelation was too much for him to handle. He simply walked off, standing at a considerable distance to his wayward companion. Silence was his confidant now, and solace dominated his mind.

Everything was always been easy to him. Nothing he couldn't let go, nothing he couldn't give up. Nothing he truly couldn't miss, nothing he thought for more than a passing moment.

Yet with age comes cruelty, and with cruelty comes a bleeding heart.

He looked up to the starless nights, struggling to hold himself together, yet it all seemed so hard in the wake of a moon that ruled over the night like a tyrant.

Worldly desires are so superficial.
But to be superficial is to be normal.

All he wanted to was to be normal.

All he wanted to was...

He drifted to sleep. Comfortly lying on the window pane of a bus, riding home with a ribcage devoid of a heart.

He had ripped it out.

Would he put it back in?
Cheer up friend.