Come Hither.

Drug Star.



Hello, pleasant surprise.
I believe this is yours;

"Now there's a million reasons for you to go, but if you can find a reason to stay. I'll do whatever it takes to turn this around."


What say I? Cliche.

Hate how you spoil the lyrics.


Ugh. Fuck prom.
Bring in the battleships.
This is war.





Now humour me.






Don't recognise me? Of course la. What you expect? Plastic surgery what. Add boobies, butties and uh, aiya, package one la. Cheap cheap. Want? I recommend.


-,-



Walao eh. Am I that hard to recognise? Very different meh? KNN.





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To-do list:

1) Walk dog.
2) Go town.
3) Collect altered dress.
4) Hunt nail color.
5) Coffee/ rot.
6) Get enough and appropriate seasonal clothes.

Okay, honestly, the last one is stupid. It's winter. Who in the bananas sell summer clothes now? Aw man. Wearing boots in Singapore is nuts enough, to think all stores are stocking up on winter wear. Wtf, mass heat stroke can?


Excuse me, while I silently mourn the fate of thee tomorrow.





Curtain call.