Pardon me. It's the holiday and I feel so free all of a sudden. So lost. So all I can do is to blog like there's no tommorow. Yes, I wanted to blog days ago on the bus trip with Lala which I only remember after reading her blog. We are jinxed! We can't take bus for goodness sake. We'll always end up stranded somewhere. It's either that we miss the stop unknowingly or we alight too soon. And it's always a freaking sunny day when we had to try to walk to our destination. We should get hold of the Bus Guide 2006. Or take the MRT as far as possible. MRT are here to stay for a reason, for Kukus like us. Or maybe the cabbies. Haha. We really sound like some tourists on the bus.



Where are you?
The one who will make me smile and laugh. Hysterically.
The one who will make my day.
The one who will brighten my life.
The one who bitch with me.
The one who plays volleyball at the beach. With me.
The one who will play basketball. With me.
The one who will touch my nose. My button-like nose.
The one who will play with my hair.
The one in polo tee.
The one in vertical striped buttoned shirt.
The one in low cut jeans.
The one in boxer. Haha.
The one in Nike or Le Coq Sportif shoes. Adidas too!
The one in Havaianas flip flops. Strictly no trail, please.

There you are! Haha.
Please stop hiding.