Anyway, while I was lazy, so I took cab to work today, this cab uncle was telling me how unfilial the Y generation is. Eh, we are Y generations right? Yeah, anyway, and he was like talking to me about youngsters (some Secondary school teenagers) watching censored clips over their phone and giggling like mad. And he claimed that every 5 in 10 youngsters have these kind of censored clips on their phone. =.= I supposed I looked a bit uncomfortable talking about this to him, but he just kept going on, saying something like girls followed guys to the pub, and don't even know she had been drugged after the guys offered her a glass of tiger beer and so, the story carries on (please wake up some of your creative cells to continue the story). =.= I wanted to tell him that we girls don't drink beer anymore, but magaritas and volka. UNCLE, WE DON'T DRINK BREWS ANYMORE, OKAY?
And I have been meeting chatty cab drivers everytime I cab these days. =.=
And oh oh! Yesterday I met Sean up for Quantum of Solace. It wasn't as good as I thought it was supposed to be and I think James Bond is a bit too old for my taste. Lol. I wanted to go Daiso and walk around, but my mummy wants me to be back home since they were planning to have seafood dinner in Malaysia.
And so, not that I want to complain, but the last dish - Black Pepper Crab, is served like 30 - 40mins after the previous dish. =.= After finishing the dinner, the whole family agreed that it felt as if we had just finished a round of wedding dinner because it took 2hours for us to finish the 6course dinner. HURHUR!
PSST! I want to go Ikea and have their beefballs! Pfftt!
I also want Louis Vuitton's Neverfull Damier bag! RAHR!
The Rose
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose
