listening to lloyd banks' 'On Fire'...
After practical session today, drove to Fullerton to meet the gals. Put up a huge fuss about the venue coz Fullerton car park has got to be one of my most hated places. It's bloody expensive ($5 per entry after 6pm) for an under-utilized place, now that Centro's gone. And as Bei said,
"the barrier is not even automatic!"
My sentiments exactly. I'm annoyed because it used to be only 3 bucks, then the price started going up.
listening to dashboard confessional's 'Vindicated'...
Had coffee with the hwa chong girls, Lock, and yl's new beau. Talked about the upcoming trip we're planning, car exhaust pipes(?), as well as East Timor. Lock just returned from that place.
The best thing about meeting my council friends is the surprise element in our conversations. We even quibbled about the froth design on top of our Bakerzin mocha, whether it was in the shape of an onion, heart, or an inverted butt.
Incidentally, the votes were 1:1:1. The other three abstained, indecisive fellas them.
listening to jay-z's 'Dirt off your Shoulder'...
Met someone who reminded me quite a bit of That Boy. Even a little is too much. Took a pencil to stab myself in the chest. Ouch. Still hurts. Not numb yet.
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