11:42 PM
My star-crossed LOVER. Meet him, Thariff.

Overdued pictures.

Thariff is one gullible boy because everytime he refuses to sit in the MRT (he's apparently bored of sitting which explains that standing-by-the-pole-position and he was doing it throughout 90% of the journey from Pasir Ris to City Hall), I'll offer him something nice or catchy and he'll come forward, hoping to get hold "that very nice and catchy thing". And "that thing" refers to my Pink Moto Razr phone.

Knowing the fact that he actually smashed Qamar's Pink Nokia 6020 to the ground, I second that thought of letting him even hold my precious phone. Sounds hearltess huh? Haha but its a necessity.

And by the way, incase you haven't noticed, the boy's got British, Portugese and Malay blood. I don't need no Cristiano Ronaldo or David Beckham or Hady Mirza.

Now, that's what I call sizzling hot like hotplate beancurd.