i know i shouldnt be blogging now, but i needa get away from my books for a while before i die in front of all the economic policies and terms. met darr for lunch, gosh she's so damn unlucky nowadays which i dont know why! was chatting with her in coffeeshop, we saw a small cute bird flew above her and stopped at one of the pillars while we continued chatting. the next moment darr realised a small green pile of wet substance on her thumb! she cursed like mad! hurhur!

darr's blog :
superlative: i'm most likely to get pooped on in a coffee shop by a small bloody little bird hiding innocently and chirping happily behind the lights on the ceiling while talking to my bestf.
i must admit that her description is damn good. LOL.