Yellow table with smoking sign. Reminded us of our SAF days when yellow boxes were heaven sent for those smokers. Then we looked around the kopitiam we were at and we realised we were seating in a god damned yellow box. No wonder the chicken rice tasted funky. Also, isn't the mrt station a gigantic yellow box too, since the boundaries are marked by yellow lines? Mmmm...
These two photos shows the main protagonist of this blog or what used to be till we decided he ain't worth the attention. Just take a look at his hair. This ain't "That Seventies Show" you know. Ashton looked decent enough in it and snared Demi Moore. Our dear friend in this photo has to content with a 1*yo xiao mei mei. Disgraceful! Do not look any further if you are a fan of curry puffs for this hairstyle is a curry puff gone bad since the seventies.
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