Last week's session at Greg's was pretty fun. And by fun I meant alot of single-guy humour. Thanks to Justin(Master Of Manipulation) and Khairul(who gets edgy over chicken foldovers and politics), Mika's Love Today has been stuck in my head fer the entire morning. But nothing like a little movie can't fix.
Harry-harry-harry-harry...
HARRY-Harry-harry-harry...
HARRYYYYY.
POTTERRRRR.
Okay. Wasting postage space. Ahem. Is it the trend nowadays to have movie heroes all emo and angsty? Funny how that makes films on the neverending battle between good and evil more mature. Fans will definitely have to get a change of undies after witness The Order dishing it out on The Deatheaters, or He Who Shall Not Be Named VS Headmaster Of Hogwarts. End of review. Some may call it spoilers. Sue me.
Well, finally got my NikeSlat running footwear from Stadium at Takashimaya. Little time I put aside to shop while waiting fer Jess to knock off. I wonder if it's because I frequent Ngee Ann City or the clothes are starting to get stale on style. So much fer having an end season sale too... All selected items had a really bad combo of colours and designs. Not exactly arty. Not exactly street. Not exactly me. Fuckin' sound like a fag. Bad enough already having everyone think the photos of my longer-haired self were pictures of some girl.
Hmmm, Daddy should be back from Japan by now. And I have less than 5 hours of sleep ahead of me, again. No wonder I'm such a sleepyhead. A friggin' Shikamaru fer that matter. Or not, I'm not that cool. =/
PS: I think I've recently been possessed by an entity of civilianship. I'm starting to dislike working in the ways of militarism. Or it could just be the "colleagues". Besides, it's starting to feel like my services are no longer needed.
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