To annoy everyone,
my creative writing teacher is a hot ang moh LEH.
(whose assignment JUST imploded my mind and realising the uh oh for useless stuff done over the last few hours.)

He got awesome polished shoes and a shirt that looks really really alot like something Fabian was looking for from Lacoste. Which is really a nice fit beautiful material on him too, a little metrosexual but definitely smart.
Now I am happy enough to go for class from six to nine PM(!).

And I got an ex boyfriend confessing alot of stuff to me,
nothing too much to handle,
but interestingly enough to know,
how that so changed my life in its own simple way.

Last week alone someone placed a thousand dollar bet on me,
I met N. H. and gotten a positive prospect in the months to come.
Assisted K.C a couple of times, meeting people and learning the ropes.

Life just zooms by. And Alan said to enjoy it.
You bet I'll try my darnest.

John C. is colourblind and that was his talent.
I need to find mine too.