I shall retire from clubbing.
Because the music is starting to suck.
The crowd is getting too much to take.
The kids are getting too young.
And the smoke is getting unbearable.
But I will never stop drinking. :P
As I woke up to get ready, I see my sister still sleeping happily.
The roads were too clear today.
There were too many empty parking lots.
The office is too quiet.
Damn no mood to work.
Do you know the name of the tree where its leaves are in the shape of a crescent?
And when they fall off, it falls in the shape of a brown crescent, or a mess of twirls.
I love stepping on the twirly mess.
It makes a very crispy C-R-U-N-C-H sound.
It's almost theraupatic.
Seriously, what's up with Will from Red.fm.
Now you see him now you don't.
Why no explanation?
Everybody else sucks, really.
There's no more reason to live.
Getting ready for Singapore.
Mentally, that is.
Can't be ALL that bad.
I'm sure there's edible food somewhere.
And not too expensive drinking places.
At least the MRT is nice, big, and clean.
And some labels are cheaper in Singapore than over here.
But I guess we'll see.
Can't wait for Wednesday and Thursday.
:D :D :D :D