Things the mother never fail to give me everyday:
1. Peck on the check when I salam her.
2. Iced cold milo once I'm home.

The mother can be ridiculously funny at times. If you know her, then you know what I mean. One thing I don't fancy about her; Boyan blood.

I made fun of how Indian people spoke to me during work(no offence my fellow friends). And at the end of the day, I was short of $10 for cashiering. Karma, tell me about it.

I'm gonna be the last few souls of Singapore to watch Spidey, no kidding.

The feeling is just so syiok when you have the company of someone whom you can talk about almost anything. Close to the fact that when you're around each other it can never be boring. I know not all are as open minded as others. As such, I respect those who don't talk/response as much as me. If God's willing, I want to settle down with someone who has good conversational skills. Not neccessarily talkative. Ok whatever. Anways a shout out to you:

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