i had brunch at utown's koufu yesterday with sick wah, rach yap and aron killed an ant. i was queueing up at the drink counter and this cute boy was queueing up NEXT to me instead of behind me and got a shock when he realised he was evidently in the wrong line. but whatever, i made no fuss and allowed him to jump in with me THOUGH THIS IS NOT THE POINT OF THE STORY (the cutie is in my lecture though).
the point is
i ordered watermelon juice ($1.60) and the auntie took out watermelon from a stale bucket which i thought was "okaay" BUT THEN after getting my food i took a sip of that majestically diluted sweetness from mother nature and it tasted sour! like decomposing rat's butt in the middle of a humid forest
fuck
fast forwarded by few hours: dinner wouldn't stay in, and when morning came, so did a bomb of shitty surprises. no pun intended but yeah... sudden craving for coffee also deduced a nauseating desire to take a hot dump on cold plastic but mother fuckers ain't telling me what i should do right
back to researching on exchange programmes (and fretting over double major/major+minor/major+hons options). fuck ps: can't get enough of hands to myself like damn selena you using your vocals well gurl
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