one, two, three, four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hope arrive at your door
left you with nothing
but they want some more
you're changing your heart.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
okayy i can officially be called a local in italian terms :) i've been through the rite of passage.
getting almost killed by the cars while using the zebra crossing. damnit. i almost died. italians have a visual problem especially when it comes to the road. they are no dividing lines, no lane markings.. nothing. just estimate and drive. ya. and then the zebra crossings. it's a waste of paint. NOT ONE SINGLE CAR STOPS for ANYONE. wahh biang. seriously a waste of paint. sometimes when i'm about to cross the road and i look across and see an old woman trying to cross the road i feel so petrified for her. for one, she walks very slowly. two, she doesn't look out for cars she just sticks out her umbrella and expect on coming cars to stop for her. and most of the time it works. surprisingly. and of course. i had to try and see if it works for me too. so i stuck out my umbrella and almost got run over by a lorry. oh damn it. my heart jumped out. damn these roads. :(
i'm supposed to be mugging again but i keep getting distracted. i think i'm going to unplug the internet. yes i will. i love you people :) i miss everyone.
FARAH! one more day! :) and you can EAT ALL YOU WANT!
STEF AND MAVIS! heard you guys are going london, exciting shits! :)
HUIEE, happy birthday! belated one. :)
WHUI! i cannot wait to come visit yyoouuu!!
k i better go. byebye :)
pau
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