So looking at my otherwise bleeding toe reminds me of flipflops that cause blisters at that little spot between the big toe and the longest toe on my foot. Which hurts, like a bitch and makes me want to stab my foot with a pitchfork just to see if the pain could get any worse. But that isn't going to happen and the idea of being random and subjective all at the same time kinda makes me go o_O.
I'm craving for prata. Egg mayonaise and the works. But there's no Syafiqa and there's no random late night company to aid me on my quest to satiate my belly. If I really wanted to, it'll be a 30minute walk to Fong Seng where there'll be no company and I'll be surrounded by people who probably think I'm insane. To walk all the way at least. Well I'm sorry, I haven't gotten my license yet and my brother still dominates the Honda.
I'll have to stop fantasising about driving.
I want to chill at Cafe Del Mar. Yes I've been rambling non-stop about it. I need my tan back. Looking pasty, pale and terribly yellow does not make me feel all too healthy.
Like a glass wall you said. Maybe we should try starting over. That is, if you'd like. And only then.
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