Well, everything's okay, SO FAR. Apparently, Mr.Milk is a skeptic, so, I don't have to worry. I don't really know what skeptic means, SOMEBODY told me. Oh well, 10% luck, 10% fate and 80% faith... I'm not a very lucky person, fate? I guess it's okay... Faith? Well... How about a 50%? Even if I tell him myself, like you said, he's one tough nut to crack. Sorry for pulling you into such a boring conversation, when clearly, you were interested in talking about band.
OOOOOOH!
Yea, tried out the George Foreman grill my dad got from US, oil free! The grilled meat is oil free and tastes damn good, different from using the stove, best of all, you don't need oil... This is electrical, so, no need for charcoal. I guess it'd be BBQ dinner for some time, welcome to join us!
The pre-show... Everything went well, I didn't screw up! Wee-hee! Or maybe I just did what I can and didn't even know if I screwed up... UGH... Well, at least my tunic fits. I love the feather on the hat, is it made out of chicken feathers? Fluffy! Why do they have to make such tight fitting uniforms? The collar was... UGH... I can barely breathe! But, I managed. Surprisingly, I wasn't worried at all, even with people looking. Maybe because I know that I'm not alone...
Didn't anybody notice? I got a hair cut! This morning! Damn... Nobody noticed? Fine... I'll go shave my head next...
Kiko, I love you, hope you're happy.
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Sweet. Updating you on this: Hong Leong already saw it.
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