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Gurney's a funny place. Lucky me had the opportunity to go home by PUBLIC TRANSPORT *cheers from supporters* where i almost got knocked over running after the darned bus. When i reached marina bay i dropped by to wait for my papaw to pick me up with his snazzy like convertible. (it IS a convertible. I converted it from a Lavina to a Porshe. Its all in the mind people, all in the mind)

i like how the center doors don't open. Initially i thought maybe it was because i lost enough weight to go undetected by the censors, but after stomping up and down on the mat several times to no avail, i figured the door just didn't bleddy work.

Later on i was sitting outside on the stairs watching other people attempt the same thing as i did.

That cliche phrase about misery definitely applies to many other things. For one, idiocy definitely loves company.