Eh fuck la I want lock the door, UNDERSTAND. I WANT TO FUCKING LOCK THE DOOR YOU UNDERSTAND OR NOT, STUPID OR WHAT

Oh man, I saw her new picture and I was stunned, she's so beautiful and photogenic.

Oh, how beautiful you looked today. No, I don't mean to say you only looked beautiful today, you always do. But really, what a difference a little skin treatment can do.

:D

Your looks aren't the only thing I see in you. Really, if that was the only thing I saw, I would be, well, not very good.

Bye!

I shall not be distracted.

But don't be too closed.

Hi I am blogging again today.

Yesterday was a very eventful day.

I know it has been a long time since I've ever had those "I woke up, I brush teeth, I bathed, I ate breakfast" kind of blog posts, but the following blog post is going to be like that. Haha.

The very first thing I remember about yesterday, was the most beautiful dream I had in a long time.

And when I woke up I was very sad because I realised it was only a dream.

Ah, there she was. And I was telling her that if there's anything, she can always let me know. She said yes and that she appreciated it. I just continued looking at her beautiful face and deep, mysterious eyes. And then I was rudely awakened by the sound of my handphone clock, which meant PW OP practice was about to start soon.

Went to school and had PW OP practice.

Then it was time for some delicious Briyani I had desired to eat for a long time. Met Gary and went to Little India. Changed my mind and decided to go to "House of Briyani" instead, at North Bridge Road. After a long walk, finally arrived there. Only to realise it was no longer "House of Briyani", but "Briyani Bistro". Either way it was one of the most delicious Briyani I had ever eaten. The mutton was just to tender and well seasoned, the rice so fragrant and well cooked, the side dishes of vegetables and curry amazing. Ah, feels good to dine like a king.

Walked to Bras Basah, and took MRT. Saw the old Catholic High campus that we had visited during Sec 1. My goodness, it has been changed to some museum. Memories came flooding back as in a short span of 4 years, so much has changed. Nearly wanted to cry.

Stopped at Macpherson MRT. When out and took a walk around Macpherson. Nothing particularly interesting. But it is real fun to explore Singapore aimlessly.

Met with Andrew at Thomson Plaza as usual after that. Damn, that stupid Eastern European guy is still there. Scary, man.

Then went Prata House.

Then went S11 and sat and talk cock until almost midnight.

Reach home got scolded. But haha never mind. I am such a good, responsible boy. Come home late also never mind one.

Oh. And then I lie on my bed and think about that dream I had some hours ago. And I will do my best to turn it into a reality.

Well, what is the point of saying this here? Not going to change things, and she will never know. If only she did.

But on another note...

I AM FUCKING SCARED FOR PW OP.

Goodbye my readers.