flaming lamborghini + (pronounced as) yaygen bomb + half cup of graveyard = FUCKING HIGH!
:DD

met joey and wilson at ikea then we cabbed down to town for dinch at hongkong cafe at cineleisure. shopping around town after 28319578357 months of not stepping in. i wanted this red minidress from mango, but the smallest size is like s, and it's fucking loose for me. so in the end, i didn't get a single shit. willy wanted to get the blue skinnies from mango. HAHA. but he didn't dare to try, so joey and i told him that topman's also selling the same thing. however, he insisted that he wants the ladies' cutting. HAHAHA. and obviously, he didn't get his skinnies, but he got a green belt instead. (oh, i forgot to say wilson ong's rich recently. HOHO. :D)
ate fried mars bars and now, i'm craving for fried calamari and bak kut teh. TEEHEEHEE.
trained down to homeclub where i tried all those drinks and got myself fucking high. :DD

wilson ong's darn unlucky today.
he lost his keys, the cab we took didn't have the machine which allows us to pay by nets and he didn't have cash on him, the atm machine was not in order, he forgot to ask for the receipt (which means he can't claim), joey didn't answer his phone, so wilson ong had to call his house.
POOR WILSON ONG.

ohkay, so joey and i are going for interview at homeclub this friday.
hopefully, i get the job. at least i can earn some extra pocket money.
HOLA. (: