so okay, about subway.
here's times square's branch.
fucking nice and worth paying wei. the sandwich is fucking fresh and tasty :D next time boycott mcd go eat subway la.
so obviously i had nothing else to do la no movie to watch no girls to lepak with :( so me and tk went back to get my dad to bring us to ikea, buy new table :D
incase you wonder why i need a new table, i've been sitting on the floor the whole year.
like this.
so in ikea,
you must eat this fucking meatball. :D this one's for you kristy for not eating your lunch.
i had this random conversation with my dad on weird names. he told me he had a singaporean client by the name of tiew nia sing ? something like that. and now he have another client with weitd name
meet Tipu Sultan from Bangladesh.
after the conversation and choosing and buying my god damn table, then only we realised we sat elantra to ikea. so luckily the seats can be lowered so we can shove the table from the boot to the back passanger seat, but what about me ? where the fuck am i going to sit if the seats are lowered ?
D: wtf ?
kids don't try this at home.
sleeping like this all the way from damansara to cheras. -.-
but its worth sleeping like this all the way though,
:D now i dont have a fucking chair -.-
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