/my microphone icecream/


i guess choc has some kinda dope in it that makes me happy
though i'm nota big fan of choco and do not have any cravings for it.
this ice cream's hella good man!




love is relinquishing every bull that i've ever wanted
where monaye isnt quintessential
and looks doesnt matter
where materialistic desires are just plain lavishness
and despite his pimply face and imperfections..
you'd still find him impeccable
even when you spot him in ntuc with his parents
in his totally unglam flipflops (i dont mean hav!)
and black short slv shirt with weird red stripes
you'd still get blown away
and blush all to yourself


love's when you know you've found him
and wont go headhunting for someone else better
and reading his msg he sent months ago in your inbox
over n over again makes you peppy
and did i say: your inbox is full of HIS msges.


and you wont flare up at him for :
no apparent reason




that's the introduction of my imaginary friend, BOB


ratatouille for 5bucks.
cheapy stuff aye!
it's a downright simple, mediocre movie
that involves rats and chefs.
you do know I'VE GOT THIS PUPPYLOVE FOR CHEFS IN UNIF right.
doughboys. general. no one in particular pls.
it kinda did motivate me to start pickin up cooking
think : future kids n hubs.
man, i gotta start real soon!




lo.ve