1 day in town
So, strolling around town aimlessly today (too much time on hands, need to get out of house blah).
Graffiti cafe is moving end of Feb. NYUUUUUUUU
Sadly, the place is rather un-graffiti-ed. The renovations basically caused them to lose the animefan customers, and they have resorted to "Best Wonton Mee in town!" to survive.
Moving to where? Cuppage Plaza. Dodgy.
The amount of pictures there is rather pathetic. Remember that time when the walls are all plastered with random stuff? All gone. Now it's filled with XX class of XXX school was here -list of people- blah. Our piccies T-T
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Had a disgusting moment in town today. There was a guy who sat beside me near the fountain in Taka basement. The moment he sat down, I had that ew-get-away-from-me feeling. The phone rang. I wasn't sure what ringtone since I was plugged into my ipod. Then he spoke so LOUD I swear I couldn't hear any part of song. Then he laughed at a pitch I believed only possible if he used his falsetto. Loudly.
Then he stood up and paced up and down in front of me. I had full view of his jeans, his grey briefs and his BUTTCRACK.
My eyes! They BURN!!
I had been wondering if him being fat had caused any more discomfort, but I firmly believe it has to do with the buttcrack. Also, change a damn t-shirt if it's too short! I had full view of the bottom part of his hairy tummy.
I feel so traumatised.
ARGHHHHHHH
Graffiti cafe is moving end of Feb. NYUUUUUUUU
Sadly, the place is rather un-graffiti-ed. The renovations basically caused them to lose the animefan customers, and they have resorted to "Best Wonton Mee in town!" to survive.
Moving to where? Cuppage Plaza. Dodgy.
The amount of pictures there is rather pathetic. Remember that time when the walls are all plastered with random stuff? All gone. Now it's filled with XX class of XXX school was here -list of people- blah. Our piccies T-T
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Had a disgusting moment in town today. There was a guy who sat beside me near the fountain in Taka basement. The moment he sat down, I had that ew-get-away-from-me feeling. The phone rang. I wasn't sure what ringtone since I was plugged into my ipod. Then he spoke so LOUD I swear I couldn't hear any part of song. Then he laughed at a pitch I believed only possible if he used his falsetto. Loudly.
Then he stood up and paced up and down in front of me. I had full view of his jeans, his grey briefs and his BUTTCRACK.
My eyes! They BURN!!
I had been wondering if him being fat had caused any more discomfort, but I firmly believe it has to do with the buttcrack. Also, change a damn t-shirt if it's too short! I had full view of the bottom part of his hairy tummy.
I feel so traumatised.
ARGHHHHHHH