WHAT IS THE FRIGGIN POINT OF HAVING HOLIDAYS?
Okay, think positive.
POSITIVE POINT NUMBER FREAKING ONE: It's for my job (yipee!)
POSITIVE NUMBER FREAKING TWO: I am actually holding a proper job! (WOW!)
POSITIVE NUMBER FREAKING THREE: I get to earn moolah (okaaaay, not that exciting. considering that I spend money just like how I use soap - it's free.)
POSITIVE NUMBER FREAKING FOUR: It's for my future (meh.)
Point is, my week of holidays are bam-jammed.
Today was a shoot for Ducati apparels. Those fucking Italian monsters charge like hundreds, close to a thousand, for a biking jacket. Why is there so much hate? Why charge so expensiiiiive! Coolios to those kickass bikes though. Although I've been to the Bike Fest, I didn't get even an arm-hair close to the bikes, much less sit on it. (although I got picked up by 2 bikers. But they were old. Pfft.) BBBBBBBBBBUT I sat on a Ducati bike today.
Awesome blossom? HELL YES.
Went for desserts at some Ah Chew cheena pong restaurant. Their toilets are mighty cool. They have these bricks look-alike lined up against the walls and they had the Great Wall of China wallpaper in the toilet. It almost feels like you're taking a dump in the middle of the snake looking walls. Pretty awesome.
Tried to spot a few quickies on the rooftop but we failed because Singaporeans are chicken backsides. Go all the way to some secluded carpark, do nothing but read newspaper. WHATTHEFUCK, ladies and gentlemen!
So we sat there and sung till it was 8.41pm and we left. We're such intellectual creatures. Tee-hee! :-)
Kayne West's concert tomorrow! I can't wait. His concerts are orgasmic, I heard. I bloodyass better get an orgasm tomorrow for that 96 bucks I've paid for that man who gives awesome concerts and the one who invented the useless shutter glasses. (what the fuck is that for?)
Holy mother of Jesus Christ, Mary, Buddha, Tua pek kong, guan yin ma, I miss YH. So fucking much. Am I turning into a stalker? Shit.
