........... in my car when I bought Fabio. I was determined to keep him smelling clean and crisp like an Italian Stallion should. I never ate in my car, invested in plug-in heated aromatherapy and installed odor-trapping devices in my gym bag and sneakers.
But I do have a guilty pleasure I forced myself not to indulge in too often: Whenever I am driving down a lonely and long highway, I love the blast my favourite songs and slowly savour a cigarette with the wind in my hair. It actually looks cheesier than it sounds cos picture this: ah lian with hair all over her face, an arm dangling out of the window flicking a ciggie with 'fengtao' trance music blasting.
Yesterday after a horrid day at work, I drove to the other end of Singapore only to find that my climb gym shuts on Mondays. I climbed back in my car and started to head back to the other end of the earth in an absolutely crappy mood. My iPod was on shuffle mode and I was listening to a strange medley of J-pop, Trance and Paris Hilton (Phillip's music collection). Suddenly the song from The Killer comes on.
I felt the urge creep from my toes, to my belly to the crook in my head.
Should I? Should I not? Should I?
Why not, right? It's just a car.
Newsflash: Smoking ah lian seen cruising down SLE towards BKE at 2015hrs yelling repeatedly, "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier"
3 comments:
You forgot that you used to also eat Dunkin Donuts, Swiss coffee and have ciggys while driving back from KL to JB!
Trust you to remember that, hahaha!
What to do, I need all 3 (sugar, caffeine and nicotine) to keep me up those torturous 4hrs journies.... by myself!
That was in poor thrashed-up Scarlet. She now resides in her retirement home in Jaybee and only goes to wet markets on Sundays
woman u r hilarious. hahaha
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