Michael’s at that trafford place, of all dingy british back alleys, i’m gotta be up at 430 am on my 20th to run 21km and people just don’t keep the promises they make anymore. schuuweet.
Would have written something earlier, but like why blog when I can just update my facebook status yeah? at the same time, why update your facebook status on facebook when you can do so on twitter as well? And if you’re pissed, down in the dumps or just plain sad, why bother with elaborate laments and tear stained poetry, just post up on FML.com..where people can affirm that yes! your life is screwed! Lastly, why even go the whole nine yards and meet a girl, attract her as she attracts you, date, consummate the bliss one fine night with the waves crashing against the rocks outside your seaside villa, and well..just ask her ‘ can I tap that?’ off the bat, and post her response at www.canitapthat.com!
e-life is amazing. (likes this).
Oh yeah, nice neil gaiman (i’ve just finished The Wake. Gonna get Endless Nights and the Death miniseries once i’ve re-read everythin 5112491243 times) , 2005:
“In the meantime I signed lots of things, and have decided that the people of Singapore I’ve encountered so far are, on the whole, friendly, funny, smart, literate, culturally diverse, and extremely keen on making sure I’ve eaten. Eaten lots, and eaten well and eaten locally. (And incidentally, you have to try some of this. I’ve given you a bag of it for later.)”
and nice nights out in Singapore:
