owen wilson i love you please dont die =(

if i wasnt so tired from work i would pop in zoolander and lol to myself but unfortunately i am so penat i can hardly remember my own password (true story) so i will sign off with an approriate quote.

Who are you tryin' to get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco?

this is too funny.

Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose

LOL you know what they say about empty vessels aye,
so before you contradict yourself any further, you sad hypocrite,
STFU PLEASE.

yesterday we...

went to the padang,

played with these bubble thingamajiZZZle

watched the fireworks and its contribution to air pollution

twas a night of ooh-ings and ahh-ings.
tmr at work i'll be ooh-ing and ahh-ing too,
FROM PAIN.

hello and welcome to what appears to be a defunct blog. timecheck: 4:32 pm and i have work in about 6 and a half hours. i've been working the overnight shift (11pm-6am) this week (and no, Borders is not open 24 hours) and you know, i might enjoy it more since well i dont sleep anyway and the pay is slightly higher than on normal day shifts but there's this little thing called work which spoils all the fun basically. oh my god i swear half of my pay will probably go to buying books, i've been shelving and making mental notes on what to buy at the same time). even the staff discount wont help me, im a woman possessed! i'll try to restrict myself though because hell, i dont want the money i make to go back to the place where im making them y'all know what i mean? it's kinda like taking 5 steps forward and then voluntarily taking 3 steps back.

speaking of overnight shifts, here's a rant. usually one of my managers will plug her mp3 thingy to the sound system so we are semi-forced to listen to her music (standard emo/punk numbers). not much complaints until last night/early this morning when i was minding my own business, sorting out books when suddenly maroon 5 comes on. okay let me tell you what i would rather do than listen to maroon 5. 1) watch the fakest wrestling you've ever seen. 2) drink expired milk. 3) take 2 blunt pencils and stick them into each of my ear. and worst still, these were acoustic songs! which is worse than the normal ones because at least with those the music can sort of drown out the singer's voice but the acoustic ones are like 5x worse. im sorry but men who sound like goats do not appeal to me. i feel the same about coldplay (ok i dont care if they are 'musical geniuses') and james blunt. and somebody needs to tell mika that no, he is not this generations freddie mercury so he can stop trying so hard. lol i know i know, i am damn picky about music. oh also, whenever me and huda happen to hear fergie's big girls dont cry we will always end up LOL-ing for the longest time because of that weirdass line 'like a child misses their blanket' or something to that effect. LMAO i mean, really now. stupidest lyrics to ever exist y/n?
END OF RANT.

anyway, i've missed cooking. i havent cooked anything this past 3 weeks although i did make oreo cheesecake a couple of weeks ago. and i was wrong, TCC does not make the best oreo cheesecake in singapore, i do. even my dad who is not a dessert person (instead, he prefers his usual, a post-meal cigarette) was praising it which makes me happy =D

i definately need to work on presentation though haahaa.

pictures of whatever from whenever time

yakking and unconsciously suntanning


waiting for a phone call in the changing room

at ikea in the prop spot

how big is your carpet? / russian dolls tak jadi / caramel machiato yummmmmm

sigh, im listening to hot hot heat and its reminding me of my first year in fsv. =(
ok, nap-time.

today was so nice, i slept the day away. oh btw, work has done wonders for my insomnia, but not without its side effects of course. lethargy and blisters aside, im (70%) glad im at least doing something instead of rotting at home, although my dream of marrying a young & handsome oil sheikh who is not physically abusive still stands.

photos from whenever of whatever time!

listening to the WSS soundtrack / photo slides / a quarter of my notebook collection

chilling at paisley&cream

vanilla cupcake / mango cupcake / toblerone cupcake

yakkety yakking / bottles / random patriotic moment

generally expressing our love for mustafa centre

lunch-ing at swensens / old&foreign people / coffee overload

nadia norman! / waffles from that place that used to be marche / nadia and nadia

i would like to end this post with a song;

all i need in this life of sin
is me and my koyok