think. visualise. believe. confess.

Whose line is it anyway? never fails to crack me up when I’m down.
I’ve been watching a lot of it lately.
It’s working.

I love Anne Hathaway + Hayley loves Anne Hathaway = HAYLEY LOVES ME.

Ginny says I’m NOT delusional. I shall pretend I don’t know I am.

(:

OHMYGOD!

Who in the world sends a spyglass, capo, CD, and card halfway across the world?

YOU DO. (:

I am speechless. Thank you k.

I laughed myself off the chair watching this.

TAKE THE SHAME.
AM I BOVVERED?

I thought I underestimated how sick I was on Sunday and that my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw the score of the Tottenham/Wigan match in the bus on my way to camp this morning.

“9-1?! No way! Holy Shit!”

I want to be part of the crowd.
Anfield. Emirates. Wimbledon. British Grand Prix.
Next year. Can’t wait. Hell yeah.

I kinda miss the days when I was still a trainee in the army. BMT, Artillery, and especially Sispec. It was full of shit and full of fun. Those were the days. (:

Scenario one: Reading the RO at the end of the day.
Friend: (Finished reading the first page) Sergeant what do I do now?
Sergeant: … FLIP THE PAGE…
Us: (Burst out laughing)
Sergeant: Whole lot knock it down.

Scenario two: Reading the RO.
Friend: Quote of the day (by Mark Twain): …. by Mark.. Twi.., Two.., Twinnnee..
Us: (Burst our laughing)
Sergeant: Whole lot knock it down.

HAHAHA. Full of shit, full of fun. (:

FTT: Cleared. (:

Two down, one more to go.

Speaking of which, I really want to have a car of my own. Gosh.. Public transport is starting to suck more and more day by day ever since I started taking my practical lessons. Not to mention that I found this awesomely cool site that provides directions, durations, distance and rates of how to get from one place to another in Singapore via bus/mrt/car/cab. Duration for travelling by car beats public transport hands down. Realising that I can get to one place in 10 minutes by car compared to 45 minutes via public transport just plain suck.