i think it's the influence of the red wine. you never know how nice red wine smells just before u drink it, and how awful it smells after it comes straight out as puke.
and, i mean, it really stinks, more than usual.
and when it's mixed with martell, u know how ugly it gets.

that's idiotity lesson 1. never drink red wine after martell, results are undesirable.

and yah, smileyface's gonna get cynical again. go ahead.

i obtained this piece of info from the papers on monday, and it's pretty enchanting.
it seems like India now has their own form of Singlish, in the form of indlish.
one example of the latest street lingo goes like this

Your lyrical missive has enveloped me in the sweet fragrance of our love
-from a book advising lovers on how to write to girlfriends

i mean, whoa! how cheam is that! and come to think of it, how many male s'poreans out there will ever use that phrase to impress the girls? (def not me)

Did i just say impress?

let us leave this place before time realises.

the cage.
totally exhilarating. in that miniature football pitch, i ran myself almost ragged and totally breathless.
but what brings more fun, than tasting new experiences, and get a real kick out of it.
time to sleep! need it so badly.

ponytailed.
red tee. short pants.
notes on her lap.
looking down.

for a second, i dare to hope.
is it u?
let me know if it's u ok?

anyway all that biliard and pool today has almost numb-ed my right arm. incredibly.

Well, when u go
Don't ever think i'll make u try to stay
And maybe when u get back
I'll be off to find another way.

my chemical romance, i dont love u