
contradicting enough, as i'm just saying about having some weak heart thingy in the previous post. and i think if i'm one with real weak heart yesterday, think i would have like die of some heart failure thingy le ba.
the afternoon one was kinda scary la. some random indian guy just came over, trying to scam me with some modelling stuffs. and he really sounds like a pervert la. which idiot will come up to you and ask about how open-minded you are / ask if you have friends with any sexy figure / how many bikini do i have.
wthell man. what's more, he came closer and closer la. luckily the train came in time la.then i just said i needa go. ya right, i'm no idiot la. totally just dressed like someone with utter no fashion sense, claiming that he lives in orchard and flies around the world, looking for potential girls. the most ridiculous thing is that his model get paid like minimal 10k per month. ya right.like money is so easy to earn hur.
anyway.then went zy's house. not many reached yet la.so just helped to prepare this and that. bbq starts, slacked around here and there. basically, i also dunno what i did there la.then came the shocking part.hah.post-trauma-effect. now i understand what that is.