#SUBSTITUTIONS
It was a day in complete astonishments. What i expected turned out wrong, what i didnt managed at a higher level. With no intention of buyin anythin for myself, i cropped a pair of shoes on impulse. The unexpected went flyin around in the night. The mn party was disappointin, totally different from my expectations. The truth surfaced.. im 21.. and for now.. i accept no substitutions.. in every aspect.
.......... r ...
we squeezed our lazy arses to menotti for some fashionable Italian food. indeed, the food is delectable and the place is cosy.. aka alittle cramp.. overall, itsss nice with some nice people dinin too. no conflicts with the school hols. phew..!
its my first time orderin a pesto pasta. hHm.. must herbs be cooked with lotsa oil to taste good!? but all i know is its very oily.. though its olive oil but still. you give up good health for good food. totally.
her ice cream and my apple strude to complete the allurin lunch and tea to wash some sins away.. and yes, no substitutes are allowed.
this jus happened to be a random photo.. and i like it. i hope jean danker who's sitting behind me didnt think im tryin to snap her eatin photograph.. eil..
left: lou. right: chin. we at happy for some real sweatin at the beach... its an event to help the aids and itss chin's bdae celeb too. HAPPYBDae! me and lou. its our last sweat party.. a substandard party with a good dj spinnin the good tracks at a fabulous place with the best aircon system.. the sub part: the super sarla crowd. purr..
its a goodbye to all the good and bad sweat memories @ happy. with the closure of happy in the next months, i give the custody of my saturday clubbin routin to all the derr. purr. eill. ekss. ouch. blah people for now... do continue to stain the scene........... r ...
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