A Great night of Chatters & Laughters

It's the break of the dawn when I got home. The sky is bluish+greenish+yellowish+pinkish. It's a gorgeous mixture of colours. As I'm in no hurry to go anyway, I took my time to admire the sky, the people around. Aunties with disapproving eyes started at me in the train. Old folks jogging in the fresh aired park.

Now, with sleepy eyes and groggy brain, I attempted to recounted the great night I had with 2great friends. I could have wait till when I have enough sleep. But the words of thoughts are racing around in my brain like the cars that raced across Orchard Road after midnite.

We had yummy dinner to begin. A hungry person is an angry person. Since we are well-fed, our moods+temper are in excellent conditions.We attempted to catch a movie but there's none that interested us. Plan B: Play pool. Disappointing. No tables. Plan C: Chitchatting over after-dinner drinks. Done. Had great conversation. So, fun. Mr Exotic taught CuteGer how to play this dots & lines game. Quite interetesing. As the cafe is closing, we moved our chatters to Macdonalds. More fun & interesting chatters. Shared thoughts and experiences.
We all get to know each other more.

Mr Exotic was kinda distracted by the racing cars. So, we all went to watched the cars raced by. Apparently, there's no traffic police to chase after them. Hmm... Cool.

We decided to go home. So Mr Exotic left on his bike.

CuteGer and I carried on chatting. Hardly talk so much. This was such a good opportunity to catch up more while waiting for the morning train service.
Pereverts were everywhere. First there's old uncles staring as if we are there to sell ourselves. So, late already. Old uncles should be in bed. Then there's a bunch of crappy people of a particular race. Disturbing us, making rude comments. So irritating.Suddenly, there's this man from a foreign nationality. He was, well.... touching his manhood when he saw us. He started wanking a little, walking past us. So disgusting. I thought if he were to come over, I'll kick his bits and make sure he run all the way down Orchard Road without looking back. Gross! If My Exotic was around, guessed he might just tell him off.
(Unable to contiune anymore)

I realized my blog is mostly about negative thoughts.
But nowdays, it's turning into the arms of positivity.
Is that good or bad?

(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, tat will be it for now. Will update when I wake up later.

Sweet Dreams for now...(7.53am)

(11pm) Home from class, sweaty. Feels good to sweat it out. Time to post this entry.

WEEEE~~~~~