The house. Fridge with a spoilt freezer, has a door that might fall apart anytime. Bathroom with only bath and no shower, includes a flush that still works but got stuck this morning - can't stop flushing! The house is falling apart, is it not, I reckon it needs some good renovation. I secretly wish that the owner is going to say,"Look, this is not working, that is not working. I don't know how I am allowing you girls to stay here..." I'm still thinking of the ending phrase, should he chase us out or should we stay there at a discounted rent! Hah, what do you think? I've such a restless mind making up all this crap... ooo... sometimes I thank God for that, keeps my mind occupied!
On my way to work, walking across Thames river (taking a stroll to two bus-stops ahead), I spotted him. A familiar face. Then again, I can't be sure at all, been 19 months since I last met him. 5 metres away, I was there thinking,"Oh god, is that Alex??" I was nervous but there was a possibility I have mistaken; I walked past looking down. He didn't look up either, just kept walking with something in his head! I turned around... No, I still can't be sure! Afterall, so many head shaven british does look alike. Then again, the last I known of him - he was living in the south too.
THANK U my new mate, Riyaad!! Great evening, great dinner, great company for my birthday in London, I couldn't have asked for more. Its a shame my friend here is heading out of London for work, one mate less whom can crash Camden Market again with me. Visit me sometimes eh!
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