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Thursday, October 26
Wanderlust, baby eat my dust.
If you like to eat Twisties/sit on crazy roller-coaster rides/Hugh Jackman/paying a range of $6 - $9.50 for 2.5h of entertainment/a good reason to bring your date to the movies, go grab some tickets for The Prestige. I liked it.
Just the other day, while sitting on Shuttle Bus C on the way to class, I was enjoying the scenery of trees and Halls of Residences (albeit being 15min late, which is usual) - when I witnessed a slighty-worse-than-minor accident between two taxis. That then led me to think about the time when I saw a similar accident outside Thomson Plaza with the canoeists - and of course, them being them, they started making alot of noise and putting their hands to their heads in mock horror, going down to touch the indicated vehicles for good luck, shouting out the car numbers and about buying 4D, as if the 2 drivers weren't pissed enough - but hell, I suddenly missed them!
They are a pretty crazy bunch.
Anyway, other than that, my week has been boring. Everyone hates me and my teardrop tattoo is fading away already. I'm sorry I can't be perfect. I'm addict-, I'm addicted to you. Welcome to my (sucky) life.
I've also realised I get a secret thrill out of seeing bus drivers wave to each other as their paths cross on the road. That is until I figured out the possible cause of many an accident.