some of the oldest ginger

the torment of raising my hand to ask for time because i forgot the choreography (for the third time) is almost delectable. the following train ride home saw my hair smoking and my ass melting the seat.

primary school is loves, koh teck ming and tee kian seng on the way home, the roots are alive again, always nice to see old friends.

and christmas cards from step and shell i could recognise them from their handwriting. is loves i love you for loving me, love.

"(the) above sticker is to make you HAPPIER =)"