Thursday, August 24, 2006
Every person in the world should wake up to a hug, a hot mouth-melting breakfast, and clean cotton underwear fresh from the dryer. Some of the world's most evil dictators (sayyy....Hitler or Bush, or even
Jose Mourinho, perhaps?) had they been hugged as children, would most likely have never grown to be evil in their adulthood. They were starved for attention you see. But of cuz, those wimpy one-armed hugs will simply not do. No, a proper hug is large, warm, and met with both arms held wide for the huggee. Like the ones i give u darl, you know. The ones where you claimed you almost choke to death. Yea, that one.
Speaking of Mourinho, i have a message for The Blues: DIE, CHELSEA, DIE. Man Utd will soar and grab that title. So will Hady. And yes, you guessed it, soccer and singing somehow relates. Really. Go to bed. You'll figure it out tomorrow.
Btw, on a completely different frequency, my neighbour on third floor is growing weed. You know,
Cannabis. At least I think he is. The light in his room is on all the time, and it's the greenhouse-type of light, i'm positive. I can tell by the brightness and from the fact that im a horticulturist and know about growing plants indoors. It's already hot in Singapore, but he still has that light on. At first I thought it was just weird. Then I kept seeing him moving around with a pair of clippers. That or really big knives.
But maybe that guy isn't growing cannabis. Maybe he's growing tomatoes. Maybe, if he is growing weed, he grows it for himself. Or maybe he's terminally ill. Who knows? All i know, is that if he is growing the stuff, i hope he's careful with those lamps. I don't want to end up high when his house burns down.
EHEM. The last two entries was inspired by my under-the-block neighbour, Aiman, who is convinced that the half-mat-saleh-slash-chinese-guy who lives on the third floor smoke crack. Evidence kinda proof it. His lights was on, from 6 am to 9pm, right after Singapore Idol and he walks around with a knife. Tomorrow, im daring Aiman to knock on his door and go "Dude, that stuff'll kill ya."
If Fahrul was here, he'd do it for sure. Hahah.
Pasir Ris is an interesting estate. Now all we need, is a Singapore Idol from here. Need i say more? *grins*
I met my darling todayyyyyyyyy. I FEEL GOOD. Nanananananana.
9:48 PM
