A good drink to end a bad day.

And it’s a new day.

I just wanna scream and lose control

Throw my hands up and let it go

Forget about everything

And runaway

Runaway, Avril Lavigne

I think it’s only logical, ethical and courteous for you to drive if you’re the organiser who’s extended the invitations. Therefore, I’m quite pissed with the Burmese.

And I’m disgusted with all the carrot fibre that has fallen out of the trash and no one bothers to clean it for two fucking days. I mean, I have a high tolerance for dush and hair. But not rotting food. Not on the floor, not in the sink, not in the uncleared trash.

That’s all!

I’m too pissed to say anything else.

Someone from somewhere in this world googled “is terence lee a good doctor” and got directed to my blog.

Well, it’s safe to say that I’m not a doctor. Yet. And I don’t know if I’ll be a good one. But I sure hope so.

On a side note, my blog has somehow surfaced upon weirder Google searches like “is imu better than monash” (no, obviously), “is 6 hours enough for malacca day trip” (yes, if you can successfully stuff yourselves with all the yummy food in that much time), “how to snap jump shots with cameras” (just jump then snap la duh), “phobia for terence” (wth? who would have that?), “terence lee fertility blog” (is there really one?), “hershey kisses pieces per pack” (how did they even get here from that?).

There’s more but I think I shall just keep them for my personal amusement.

That’s all!

Cya!