On that arduos journey back on home 960-190-307 bus rides, well not that arduos coz there were seats the ice box was largely air conditioned with minimal smell, I thought of myself.

It sounds like a selfish thing to do, thinking about yourself but hey, I found out more.



I realised that I like to be safe.



I don't just like like to be safe, I really like like to be safe.

This supports my once-strange quirks too.
(I said once cause they are no longer strange after my wonderful mind-blowing discovery.)

I like it when it's heavily raining cats and dorks out and mornings, afternoons and nights and that I'm safely sheltered either in my little cottage called home, my workplace or even in the ice box with wheels - also known as a bus.

This proved that my once weird trait about loving the rain when everyone else hates it is no longer weird because it is strongly albeit superficially backed with scientific evidence enough to make my otherwise shallow argument relevant and valid.

Also, I am happy when my boyfriend always sends me back to my doorstep no matter the time or weather or if we're quarrelling even though he lives one gazillion miles away from me because I'm safe.

Not that I'm in tremendous distress and mournful now but yes I'm feeling not-that-high these days cause my source of protection is locked away in a mountain called tekong. Okay maybe its an island and not a mountain but island makes it sounds like a weekend getaway to a beach resort and mountain makes it sound like a 2 month frozen meditation up in the clouds. And, errr. mountain is a better description coz the reception is bad at the peak of everest too.

Actually I have no idea where my argument is going so I'm gonna stop here.
I'm so glad GP is over so I never have to do this pointargumentlink crap for real again.


Okay fine fine.

I just wanna say that I love that it raining NOW <3 and really hope that Joel comes out early this weekend.

The above are just very random crap with comes out of me when im dead tired.
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