How many special people change?

I'm letting the OC soundtrack run. There's something wrong with my laptop speakers, i switch on the sound and it goes SHHHHHFBFBYQRDGCD432HF.

So jan and i sat the hong kong cafe and let the words flow out of our mouths like endless streams. We talked about everything under the sun and moon while i enjoyed my century eggs (weird i know), dim sum, thick toast and iced tea. It is moments like these you know you're not alone. A fine moment when you think you're so blessed, because a good friend is found only after meeting hundreds and hundreds of people. So blessed that, you could actually use the word trust in this world.

My stomach's much better now but i still do get random sudden gastric attacks periodically. Sunday was great. I had the chance to indulge in my most favourite food in the world. I would really go back to Italy just to savour everything again. And i really love champagne jelly, it's like the best. I shall find out how to make it. But on the way to the restaurant, i had a sudden funny thought, i really started hoping that the waitresses did not wear white blouses and black pants/jeans because if you ask me, i really looked like a waitress. I don't even know why i felt like dressing that way that night hahaha. They wore peach blouses and black pants, anyway.

I realised that i sit every straight when i eat.

And kenny thought i did it for mere fun.

What a joke.

So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with,
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.