The Monkey Says: Your Destiny May Keep You Warm

A drive and 9 songs later, it was mamak time with Jean.

She did most of the talking, for once. I had no answers, just plain frustrations bottled up, waiting to be released. The wet roads, the damp air, little droplets falling from nowhere and a teh o ais limau. I love after-rain evenings/nights, minus the puddles of water and splish splash.

Invited myself to Jean's house and skyped with Amelia, where she showed us a sign she stole from a toilet. How brilliant of her. Smart Amelia.

There was a day I was clad in a swish swosh skirt, and I was greeted with (predicted) shock and gasps from classmates. I reckon they think I was wearing shorts ever since I was alive. I then met up with Amelia & Jean at pyramid, and was greeted with more shock and gasps. Jean didn't even know I own denim jeans till this year. Kawan cannot make it.

At Starbucks, Amelia told me to never wear a skirt again. Then she proceeded to tell me that I look skinny when I got up to buy coffee. Amelia should wear a skirt and put another over her head.

See how we don't really like each other? :P Dimple-guns haha.

People who include me when they celebrate special dates together. Crazy unromantic people. I like.

Still on skirt-day. I suggest that we should have timer-shots in every nook and corner of California Fitness. We are such big fans. HUGE.

This is the product of Jean's doodling. Crazy. Some of her skills should rub off on me, considering how often I see her. You just wait. I will come up with something artistic muaha ha ha