  hmm. well kee wen made jeremy and me wait so long for his meeting thing and then proceeded to abandon us for a basketball game.
as red-blooded singaporeans like to say: you good.... pro already right... win grand slam huh... yeah next time i'll be the !@#!@#!@#! @# umpire! hahaha. ok then. i haven't shopped for my kp shirt yet. a kp shirt, if you do not know, is some form of checkered shirt in the ugliest hue ever, and for kp it's actually two shades lighter than shit brown, and a bit of white-grey on top of that.
then all i do is wear a pair of trousers and put on some cheap canvas shoes. no one notices the difference. and apparently, imelda has some problems comprehending a language only understood by the supernatural and the saintly. she in fact -- through jeremy, which is not only a cheap measure but a cowardly one as well -- told me to go to hell holding a magic wand in my hand, and then said nothing when she had the chance to verbally insult me over the phone.
let's see if you have nothing to say if i tell your boyfriend. muahahahahha. ok guava juice time bye 
