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lost in Geylang
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was supposed to head to Geylang for frog-leg porridge with M the night before and the incredible hopeless-with-directions-but-refuses-to-admit-it egoistic boy actually got quite lost. actually i think i would too , because its a one-way traffic at Geylang and the roads leading there reminds me of a labyrinth.

and here comes the quote of that night

m : "there are quite a few people who always get lost around here cos' there's a dead-end somewhere.."

*5 seconds later*

m : "oh shit we're ARE at the dead-end !!!"

LOL. and he still blamed me for the error lor. male drivers = chauvinistic

took us quite a while before we actually managed to filter into bloody Geylang where we finally managed to have a really spicy frog leg porridge at some back alley with the stench of a leaking sewage pipe as an appetiser.

not to mention the parade of very creamy pillow-like cleavages threatening to burst from their barely-there threads and the owner's come hither poses.. yum.