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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Yesterday night was a whirlwind of activities for me, squeezing through the crowds in Chinatown, long and boring rides on the mrt coupled with my drowsiness wasn't the best experience in my life.

Tch. I shouldn't even contemplate about going there next time. I mean squeezing through crowds of young people (/chio bu) are fine by me. But getting packed into sardines with sticky ,smelly elbow wielding and ill mannered aunties and uncles are no no for me.

I hate how I get elbowed while trying to get a breath of fresh air amid the fetid hot breath of the crowd.

I hate how people can step on my clean WHITE shoes while walking.

But enough of my complaining. IT'S A NEW YEAR! 9A1s I'm coming =]

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