At P.S Cafe, Harding Road.
The company.

The food.

The aunties.

The motley crew of Nothing is Happening, Not at All, I don't know and Me, poured our aunty souls out over a brunch you'd wish you could have everyday, even if it made you fat and broke. I had a short reunion with my favouritest 'spensive cake, Berry Chocolate Cheesecake though now I can only content myself by dreaming of eating it till I find a good enough reason to override the shortcomings (getting fat & broke) of going there. We were there so long, we left permanent buttmarks on the leather seats. Nearly everything was perfect and the day hung still in that glass-enclosed paradise.

Everything I said yesterday about myself was all bullshit. I'm just a self-righteous asshole who's tricking myself into believing things that take actual courage to stand by.

While everyone else is falling over their feet, I'm in this neutral zone where nothing really happens. Who has it better?

Happy 19th Birthday CharlesWunYen, stay the way you are cause I need someone to be ridiculous even when everyone else grows up and get boring. Supper at chompchomp was boomz, and so was my driving, in more ways than one. *winks winks winks lets keep what happened a secret wyjoboyjogirlkahyuenjenson* Its 3am now and Jogirl has crashed on my couch. My dreams shall be different tonight.

Halloween spent at East Coast.

All relationships are the same cause all hearts work the same way. They fall, break and then shatter the same way down.

...on a less philosophical note, I'm now quite tempted to drive and buy myself a bowl of beef noodles- yes I'm such an inspiration.