About Me

Last day of Pieces, the start of Aries (20th March 1993). Enjoys life as well as think about it. Contemplates on many things, and never always fixed to a single answer, as anything can happen. Humble, weird and funny, but underneath is intelligences and experience, yet he strives for more. Never liked losing friends, but understands that impermanence is present. Hotmail:glen-titinyqwerz@hotmail.com

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Thank God Its Friday, Because It Was A Good Friday

Wonder did god punish Rebbecca Black for that awful song 'Friday' that made to lyrical sense.
Just kidding, not being lyrically incline is bad enough.

We shouldn't spite about Friday.

Why is that my good friend?

Because its Good Friday!!!

Yay! It's Good Friday! Lets sing the I'm A Map Song!!!

*Everyone else stuns*

That's too much Dora The Explorer for me.

Anyway, the moral of the story today is Dora brainwashes kids to think maps and monkeys can speak English, and that today, or yesterday, was Good Friday. Well, woke up feeling all good and happy, maybe because of the review over my little incident, have a feeling she still is avoiding me in all ways possible. Ah, oh well. Found out that my is taking a hell load of time to load up, so maybe its time for some software maintenance. Yet let not fret, I have been invited to go out at 7PM to orchard to lekpah. Awesome, and I got to buy new stuff, and glasses! With my dad and sis! Went to drink after having an expensive dinner at Fish & Co. And painful it was, paying for it I mean.
Took a trip around city, and had fun. Drank some cocktails at Yi Lin's work place, where she made for us personally. I had a Woo Woo, and from what I discovered, lime and apple juice covers up a lot for the vodka taste, and how awesome is that :D
Left early to catch the last train and last bus.

My sentiments exactly, and if I'm not wrong, the relationship will be like the shot clip 'Strangers, Again', or maybe faster than that, because I believe you won't fully understand.

I love short clips.

Don't Know What You Are Thinking, But If I Wanted To Bother, I Might.

Next Friday

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