For once, this entry's sad title has NOTHING TO DO WITH MY WONDERFUL LIFE! Okay so my life isn't that wonderful, but it really isn't that bad. At least I got a evil wonderful boyfriend, sucky great job, boring exciting life, and friends that are never always around!

/me enters dreamland... Ahhh...
/me falls off the chair... OUCH!

Back to the "Broken Spirit, Lost Soul"...

Okay, so the prime character of this story is none other then, Uncle David (I call him Uncle David just to annoy him, he doesn't really look that old at all. In fact, he looks either younger or my dear's age, though he is like 8 years older then me.)!

I received a SMS from my dear saying that we're going to meet Sherlin and Uncle David at Boat Quay later tonight. First thought was, FINALLY the purpose of my car has surfaced. I ever told Uncle David that one of the reason the car exist was so that I could drive them back home after their drinking session (basically I'm always the sober one at the end of the night). Wee~

* Sorry unable to reveal the story...

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