I'm happy!
My neighbour, who lives exactly two metres away from my other house, is good-looking.
I mean, I wasn't really aware of the souls who lived next door but I was studying Biology today when my auntie came in and said, "Walk around the garden, there's a cute guy fixing his bike."
Wham bam green eggs and ham. He
is cute.
After dinner, I saw him again. As in, he was on his laptop in his Study. I just happened to see him, and no I'm not into voyeur or anything remotely perverse. It's not my fault our windows are congruent and facing directly at each other's.
Someday I'll sneak a picture of him and show you. Maybe he's not that good-looking afterall. It was DARK when I saw him.
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No, I'm not nuts over him. But one thing is clear, I appreciate good looks. You see, in sunny island Singapieceofshit, it's not everyday you get to see good-looking people. It's even more rare that you get a glimpse of a good-looking XY chromosome. I enjoy while I can.
Here in Singapieceofshit, the people are really pieces of shit. Faces that only mothers could love. No, really.
You beg to differ?
Fine, show me a picture of a Singapieceofshitean epitome of 'cute'. You'll probably lose.
