 Just a short one today. I don't know whether to call it luck or misfortune. As I was walking down Orchard Road towards CineLeisure, a freaking treetop sniper decided to do some target practice. With me as the target. And boy was he a sharpshooter. That piece of shit [literally shit!] landed right smack in the middle of the shoulder sleeve of my crampler bag that was slung across my right shoulder. I don't know whether to be pissed that he had to choose me out of all the people walking under his tree or whether to be thankful that it didn't land on my white T-shirt. And for those who believe that getting hit by bird shit means that you're luck in on an all time high, here are 4 random numbers for u to go bang on. I won't mind accepting commission if it really comes out tomorrow. Anyhow written on Sep 12, 2009 at 11:09 PM
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