//hearing aid: spanish eyes - bsb

let it be, we're nothing more than dreamers

welcome back vice city.
seems singapore's crime is getting lower but more gruesome. there were 4 murders today alone.
i suddenly don't feel that safe anymore.
some guy shot his partner or some shit. a gun in singapore? that's almost as rare as an asteriod.
so he ran off into another land and the interpol is involved. let's throw a party.

i hope they find that son of a bitch who caused the jam outside of ngee ann.

on a much lighter and legal note: advertsing was kickass fucking orgasmic

ok, before the presentation, we were shaking and pratically peeing in our pants. but all and all, no major problems. i fumbled quite a bit but i'm over that. and i passed my ad analysis overall. so woots.
JLO was pretty tough but nothing without a reason. think she nearly made a team cry.
but we got spared thankfully.

kudos to ink on fifth.
we are so glam.

and mm's over, tv's more or less other, feat writing is done-ed.
i'm feeling preeeeety free now. but not for a fucking F for mrm.
fuck means i got to work like fuck for my paper. i want to kick myself for not paying attention to sharpe and sus-tan.

a sense of quirk