I'm sitting in a ballroom in Shangri-La pretending to be interested in batik. I'd rather be at hartamas watching soccer.
I think this funny-smelling guy sitting next to me is Bernard Chandran with his wife.
I'm driving home, listening to the DJ chatting on Hot.fm. Farah Ronaldo? Faizal Ballack? Tini Totti? AJ Schevchenko? Leya Ronaldinho??????
Yeurgh. Wassup with that? Get a life! Or am i the only one who is finding this totally lame?
Your loyal listener,
My banana boat fell ill again. This time the key wouldn't do a full turn to start the car. It gets stuck halfway. There's a locksmith trying to assist me now, hopefully he'll be able to start the car so i can drive it out of this sauna-ish shopping mall basement. Argh!