Drop Dead Daus...
Seriously, i'm no better at guitars, i think its sucks to play with a cracked knuckle. My fingers will hurt when all four is on the fret especially my fourth finger, and all of this thanks to rugby. My mind was blanked all day, not sure what to do so i went on a cleaning spree on my table. But end up watching Pimp My Ride and MTV Icon: The Cure. That yoga teacher from colarado had her jeep pimpified and wow was it a class from the gentlemen of West Coast Customs. The cure a name undisirably not to be forgotten, especially Robert Smiths the great Goth idol amongst the goths today. Sure the songs might be too poopy for some airheads to understand but the lyrics is an example of meaning, like "Boys don't Cry" relates to boys shouldn't cry and should not be depressed about breaking life. Hah, my family went to Geylang Serai Bazaar for the clothes and foods and this time round i'm wearing maroon, shish... It was a food feast for me, had Ramli's, Otak2, malay dishes like "Lemak Padi Chick" and can't seem to remember what else.
Also yesterday Omen Dolls went in search for a job back as trolley retrivers at T2 and will start after school finish. Back to that dump but still need cash so desperately took the job... then by 6 went to my grandpa's house to breakfast with the rest of my relatives, aunts and uncles and it was special as my aunt from Brunei get to spent time in Singapore with us... Then i missed the class buka - ing at bugis I think, surely i missed the most damm fun stuffs ey...
I'm not sure how to explain this feeling but i kinda miss my primary school days. Yah those days i was huge, a typical walking blub with double chins and was my belly worst than a drunken bastard. But still those times all of us was so closed minded without anything to be reason at. So went on a mass serching spree on the friendster but still founded few and a bit of unfamiliar faces.
Los Desperados, San Cur'e...
Seriously, i'm no better at guitars, i think its sucks to play with a cracked knuckle. My fingers will hurt when all four is on the fret especially my fourth finger, and all of this thanks to rugby. My mind was blanked all day, not sure what to do so i went on a cleaning spree on my table. But end up watching Pimp My Ride and MTV Icon: The Cure. That yoga teacher from colarado had her jeep pimpified and wow was it a class from the gentlemen of West Coast Customs. The cure a name undisirably not to be forgotten, especially Robert Smiths the great Goth idol amongst the goths today. Sure the songs might be too poopy for some airheads to understand but the lyrics is an example of meaning, like "Boys don't Cry" relates to boys shouldn't cry and should not be depressed about breaking life. Hah, my family went to Geylang Serai Bazaar for the clothes and foods and this time round i'm wearing maroon, shish... It was a food feast for me, had Ramli's, Otak2, malay dishes like "Lemak Padi Chick" and can't seem to remember what else.
Also yesterday Omen Dolls went in search for a job back as trolley retrivers at T2 and will start after school finish. Back to that dump but still need cash so desperately took the job... then by 6 went to my grandpa's house to breakfast with the rest of my relatives, aunts and uncles and it was special as my aunt from Brunei get to spent time in Singapore with us... Then i missed the class buka - ing at bugis I think, surely i missed the most damm fun stuffs ey...
I'm not sure how to explain this feeling but i kinda miss my primary school days. Yah those days i was huge, a typical walking blub with double chins and was my belly worst than a drunken bastard. But still those times all of us was so closed minded without anything to be reason at. So went on a mass serching spree on the friendster but still founded few and a bit of unfamiliar faces.
Los Desperados, San Cur'e...
posted by hotran...... at 1:49 AM
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