blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Train Ride to Heaven
A sardine-packed MRT train has its perks. It perked me up. Hahahahaha
If you are an MRT rider, you know exactly what I mean. And I’m not just being naughty.
Ooooh naughty naughty. So who was doing the feeling up? :-) Happened to me in bus, though. Something hard was poking at me. Hahaha.
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