Just got off the phone from a near 2h chat with my best friend whom shall not be named due to a certain creeper out there who might at this minute, be reading this post. Marcus said I had imba reception throughout the whole mrt ride hahaha! (Thank god we caught the last train) No interruption from Bishan till now, not even in the lift! Feel so good after a good long chat! ^^

Anyway, had fun at Tricia's crib gambling! Made a new friend, Jonas. Ended up winning/losing money till we both could only afford 1 prata plain each. Haha compulsive gamblers fuck our lives. Tricia's dad gave us a somewhat crash-course on entrepreneurship and invited us to join their family business kind of thing. During supper Jonas said that he'd heard the exact same thing with lotsa pros and cons so, though it really had me thinking, I'm not sure if I have the skills to grow my money in 2 to 3 years' time.

Lastly, #blamethemuslims trending on twitter, hello? Fuck you for classifying all of us under "Terrorists" you dumbnuts.

P/S Seriously I don't mean to be offensive but after getting paotou once I really don't have a reason to believe you lah honestly. My trust for you is just slowly diminishing lo. I just choose to not tell anyone anything anymore rather than voicing out my displeasure because I don't mind seriously. It's not like I desperately need to vent all my pent up frustrations so, ya. JUST SAYING.