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  • Counting Stars To Sleep
    Monday, September 11 / 00:57

    Let's cycle since badminton is not such a favourite



    Can I say I love work?
    I was supposed to clock out at 6pm today
    Fortunately I was allowed to leave at 4pm
    Like the malay saying 'makan gaji buta' (eating a blind pay)
    Means not working yet earning
    I hate that actually
    It's utter boredom literally
    I sigh when there's pile of clothes to iron or fold
    I sigh when all the clothes are neatly in place
    Pfffftt

    No offence to the majority of foreign workers
    But I despise Banglas, the ones from Bangladesh
    First, these people are confusing
    I don't know whether they're Indians or Banglas
    Second, they badly need to find women to date
    The fact that they're piercing eyes scares me
    They stare at women as if they're naked
    And that women are their only gift from God
    Third, they confuse me yet again
    They look at women so strangely, like anytime want to wallop
    However you see them locking fingers with the same gender
    I don't get them
    Fourth, they don't know how to talk behind anybody's back
    It has happened to me before whereby two Banglas were talking about me
    I totally knew it as they were giggling and looking at me
    And when I asked, "Yes can I help you sir?"
    They shook their heads
    This happens alot in buses to, especially 960 that passes Little India
    They look at you, speak and then giggle
    Fifth, they're too many of them
    Like come on, they make a part of the Singapore population!

    I miss this random-ness

    I now prefer Iced Caramel Machiatto than Java Chip
    I mean with long talks, it quenches the throat better
    With hangman, Starbuck-ing is not that monotonous anymore
    Plus that fine Baristan

    My misfits
    Is everyone busy with work or what
    Gosh are we that money minded and materialistic
    No right; well myybe abit
    Tjut Aja Rosalia D/O Said Arby
    Seri Radhiah Bte Mustafa
    Afroza Begum Bte Kamal
    Geraldine Chua Wanyi
    Nuraizani Bte Ismail
    Joycelyn Yip Yihui
    It's been a while since you heard of me
    Or to be exact, heard of my fart warnings

    I want to splurge on good food
    I'm waiting for my big pay day badly
    I'm fantasizing on scrumptious food
    I'm in a born to eat kind of mood
    A few from the list
    Pasta from Pastamania (visit Althea at the same time)
    Dessert at Swensens (that cookie thing from Swensens)
    Cakes from Secret Recipe (Chocolate Mudpie is never a tire)
    Pizza from Pizzahut (that new cheesycrust pizza)
    Prata from Jalan Kayu (since donkey ages ago)
    Indian food from beach Road (Mee Kuah and Tulang)

    Believe me, you give me the freaks and
    I swear I'm swinging single
    It doesn't take two to be happy
    Dear readers, hope life's doing well for you as well
    God bless

    As people leave their way to say hello
    What am I still doing here?
    I'm still counting stars to sleep