Have a little smoke, young one.

I am certain when you put on your contact lenses and your eyes sting excruciatingly painful, it means a bad omen.

And to top it of, I wore jeans that same day my eyes stung and watered profusely. I hate wearing jeans. I feel short, ugly and insecure when I wear those hideous-looking denim blueblackish rough-surfaced pair of jeans.

You know what sucks? It sucks when I'm so pumped up to finally start my research on the grossified Eng Wah cinema for my project when this shows up on its homepage:

"Thank you for visiting Eng Wah Cinemas.

We are experiencing high traffic at the moment. We apologize that access to the website is temporarily disabled. Please try again later or you may proceed to our cinemas for your ticket purchases"

WTH! BLUFF ONE LOR!! Trying to act as though people want to go to that cinema with seats like this



I dare you to contact your bare skin with that beastly stain.

Now, see lah! I can't do my project liao lor. WAH PIANG EH!