An attitude of gratitude.

 Now listening : James Morrison - One Last Chance

It's amazing how I always find myself spending weekends anywhere else but This Place. Went back last weekend and this time, I spent it at Jill's place, all the way in Subang. It took a surprisingly short time to get there probably because I was so engrossed in observing friendly, creepy, deaf, foreign strangers on the LRT. Gorgeous dude with braces was my favourite subject :P

We chose Carl's Jr [WAITER DUDE YOUR ACCENT WTF] to eat at after 4023904 attempts at deliberation, mostly because bacon inside burgers might just be the epitome of all that is awesome. Sat there on our hungry, skinny asses [U MAD?] eating and talking about life and  its poignancy. I'm not joking, we never talked about anything remotely happy and carried this trend back to her appato. We just concluded that we're two terribly bitter people who hate the world. To disagree would be synonymous with lying. 
 
I went to City Harvest Church with her the next morning. It was amazing, really. I can't help but to find a way to get myself to service there every week. It was just..beautiful. God spoke to us (:

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Pictures in the loo. So mainstream it hurts.

Before sending me back, we went for karaoke to BE DEPRESSED AND SING PAINFULLY SAD SONGS AND THEN JUST QUIT IN THE MIDDLE BECAUSE IT GOT TOO SAD DAMMIT.

Seeing my best friend made my weekend (:


AND HELL YESSSS I'VE FINALLY FOUND VANILLA TWIGGIES HERE YESH YESH YESH.
Also, I made an ass out of myself in public spazzing when I saw the Twiggies. There was this man, about 40ish who imitated my spazzing. I could see he was so amused.

BUT WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT SELF-WORTH WHEN YOU HAVE AN ABUNDANCE OF VANILLA TWIGGIES?