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[29 Jul 2007|11:43am] |
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Michael Jackson ft. Britney - The Way You Make Me Feel |
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Proof my slothdom is taking its toll: I attempted a matutinal jog yesterday which probably lasted all of 15 mins but my leg muscles are still a bit achy now :\ Yesterday afternoon spoz to meet fiends but Jerrine decided to go home cos Sam and I weren't in town.. it rained on our parade la. In the end Sam Christine me went FEP where twas reaffirmed that verily, Christine and Sam are style twins and I am.. not v likely to up it to triplets. Christine and Sam were dressed all black & white la, damn boring. What for invent color photography if people gon be boring and wear all black & white right. Got the usual comments about my hat -- "Shirin why always wear hat", "Hats make everything better", "Shirin got hat face". Everybody can have hat face lor, you just needta find the right sort of hat.
 Sam tries it on for size... |
 ..Results are fairly pleasing. |
On physical possibility of squeezing 3 people onto Vespa—
Me: I don't think got space for your legs.
Christine: Nvm I sit with my legs sticking straight out.
Sam+I: :D!
Christine: If I do that, must tie red ribbon to my ankles.
The World: ?
Christine: Is part of traffic regulations.
World again: ?!
Christine: Like if you have load on the lorry you must tie red ribbon to it so people can see.
One would think two legs sticking out parallel to the road would be sufficient indication, no?
But I will not quibble; Christine's the one who'll be burnin up sum rubba on the road IN HER OWN DAMN CAR soon so if she thinks red ribbon is required for safety then ok lor. Next time Christine designated driver meehee. Mm but anyway I don't care cars nowadays la I wanta ride bike for rest of my lifeeeee except the chances I would get into an accident are pretty damn high and anyway my parents would kill me first to save me and themselves the trouble.
 Quick picture with Joy whom I loff dearly.. and then I ditched fiends for stingray and Ahmad, haha. We got into a bit of a scrape cos the lock he used to lock the passenger helmet to the bike cracked and went generally wonky, key can go in halfway but cannot turn, that sorta crap; consequently, we had to find a way to like, force the lock open or I'd hafta cab home. I suggested enlisting one of the vendors' help in breaking the lock since he was headed home anyway so he could just get a new one later on, but he just kept going at it until it literally fell to pieces. All the little — bits and bobs? nuts and bolts? bolts and screws? what do you call those things — anyway all of em fell to the ground until all that was left of the lock was just a gaping hole that gave way. It just struck me that the way both of us set out to solve the problem of the lock could be incorporated into one a them personality quiz thingies, or if we were characters in a novel our choices would have like, SYMBOLIC VALUE, yknow? He tenaciously picks things apart using his own effort while I'm just like, somebody help me smash this m'fucker up.
But to each her own, right Ade?
While googling lyrics to the song at top of post, I found
Hee Hee! Aaow!
Chika-Chika
Chika-Chika-Chika
Go On Girl!-Hee Hee!
(The way you make me feel)
Hee Hee Hee!
Why "hee hee" also must write down as lyrics?! One of the many reasons to loff Michael Jackson. Haha also reminds me of the time Jheeva said that he giggles when he's horny. Snort.
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