Sunday, April 27, 2008
9:19 PM

If you glanced at his eyes you wouldn't notice the shape or the color but only that they don't seem quite human, and if the Digger glanced at you while you were looking at him, his eyes might be the very last thing you ever saw.
-Jeffery Deaver, The Devil's teardrop

I'm so in love with James Patterson and Jeffery Deaver. They're the best authors ever! And James Patterson actually writes romance novels and OH MAN, damn they're good. Hahaha.

MICHAEL WAS RUNNING as fast as he could, racing down thickly congested streets toward New York Hospital – Jane was dying there – when suddenly a scene from the past came back to him, a dizzying rush of overpowering memories that nearly knocked him out of his sneakers. He remembered sitting with Jane in the Astor Court at the St. Regis Hotel, the two of them there under circumstances too improbable to imagine.

He remembered everything perfectly – Jane's hot fudge and coffee ice cream sundae, what they had talked about – as if it had happened yesterday. All of it almost impossible to believe. No, definitely impossible to believe.

It was just like every other unfathomable mystery in life, Michael couldn't help thinking as he ran harder, faster.

Like Jane dying on him now, after everything they had been through to be together.
James Patterson-Sunday's at Tiffany's

It makes your hair stand doesn't it. I JUST LOVE HIM. who wouldn't?

ANYWAY, FORMULA DRIFT WAS AWESOME! The cars were soo hot. And the drifting, it makes your heart beat 10x faster as they look like they're gonna crash anytime. The cars would go so close together that if you were in between them, you wouldn't be here reading this now. I think everyone should have been there. Once-in-a-life-time experince.

Although it wasn't exactly like you see it on television, but its still quite good. And damn, seeing the cars real-life is like nothing on tv. PHOTOS! But couldn't really get some in action cos they were just too fast! And the crowd was crazy.

The heat was killing us. Our slippers were brown and it was so hot! You could actually feel the difference between the brown and red one. So, we left for Changi Airport :D Oh, and did i mention that we got a free polo tee? hahahahhaha

When we were at changi airport, we were so tired that we behaved like lunatics. We were walking aimlessly and were talking in a weird voice and talking crap. This is what happens when you hang out with Sarah. OH. And Sarah is an ass, you know why? Cause she's an S. This is her joke, not mine.