last night we howled along to whatever song was playing while we were playing guitar heroes: aerosmith. thankfully, the game didn't have "i don't want to miss a thing" else cine would have been shattered by our collective caterwauling. reminiscing about good ol' malory towers and the days of yore where mediacorp, or rather, tcs 8 still had decent shows. storming up to stef's place to look at the love of my life. it's a pity he's too young to remember anything about last night, it is very rare that a tiny one month plus baby gets 4 girls staring at him while he feeds then gets burped. heartbreaker la, my kayden. then we started talking about motherhood and pregnancy when we are still pretty far from either things. through the night i had warm feeling in my heart because very happy to have screw time though we were one man down.
- says:
hello michael
- says:
how's the nose going?
* rachel says:
why am i michael
* rachel says:
it is bruised
* rachel says:
and i look like pai kia
* rachel says:
i want a plaster to put on it so people will think i got into a fight
- says:
michael jackson, you've got the complexion
- says:
the long hair and now the nose
- says:
(Y)
- says:
i am friends with a LEGEND
* rachel says:
...
- says:
michael, promise me you won't go after stef's nephew?
- says:
he's mine
* rachel says:
ask him to choose
* rachel says:
i've got neverland
* rachel says:
and lots of money
* rachel says:
HOW WAS ROCK BAND
- says:
money isn't everything
- says:
cine don't have la, the stupid buggers
* rachel says:
WHILE YOU ALL ROCKED OUT I SUFFERED
* rachel says:
OH THE PAIN
my friends.
our day will come.
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