Like animals do.

I could live like this

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:02:35 GMT

neutral picture

Like all you need to thrive is the incessant noise of puberty victims, lettuce soggy from harshly cold mayo and Photobooth marathons like it was 2009 and you had juuuuuuust bid farewell to your Mac virginity, welcoming whole-heartedly operating system snobbiness and amazing iEverything.

1) Time with the PSF kids has increased two fold thanks to this:

Come down if you're free. +, tickets are inexcusably affordable. Now, now, don't be a Scrooge.

And because of the insane ruckus that has started thanks to the appall that we were to attempt a show in less than a month, I've had my quality time with the other half of Mass Comm.

♥

2) It is Open House in Poly-Land, spanning its shadow over three days. Today was Day Numero Uno and I think it's just beyond my energy to even attempt to summarize the sheer havoc. Pre-debrief with Isky, Edmund, Inez & whoever who walks into the room wins Hour of The Day award with lazy complaining and careless swearing on overdrive.

Damn the last two are so fucked up.

Edmund the Perv Part I. Photoboothing boobs.

Edmund the Perv Part II. Stuffing my face under his shirt.

o ya, new hair.

More pictures on Facebook once I feel like it.

3) Edmund raked up awesome points by waiting (half of our friendship is him waiting for me) till PSF ended so we could all go for Honey Orange Mochas/Lattes and top-up 50 cents to claim a Starbucks diary together.

The counter sold Ling Kai, and I'm not really sure what got into me when I hesitated buying it (maybe Nurul's ass-grabbing stunt or how off-putting it was when Edmund claimed sibling-ship of Ling Kai :@), but a venti and Thanu's decadent x9999999 lava cake later:

♥

4) I was going to post at the end of the week a compilation of the rad shing-shangs, thingamagics and bric-a-brac I got this week, but this one cannnnnooooooooooooot waaaaaaaaaaaaaitttttttttt.

Benjamin & Sarah's idea of a perfecto Christmas present. FRIENDS postcards from Benjamin's Vegas trip! Excellent! I love you both so so much and I cannot sufficiently express how disgusted I am with the vagueness of our next meeting :c

I laughed so hard at Ross's postcard. It says "WE WERE ON A BREAK." Then I thought "Wouldn't it better if they had 'UNAGI.' instead". Then I read it again and laughed a little louder and decided that "No. 'WE WERE ON A BREAK.' is perfect."

5) Resurfaced gorgeous black glitter polish from the depths of my nail polish ocean. I hate how uninspiring the name of the shade is. "Black Silver". I AM DISAPPOINT.

6) mm-hmmmm

goddammit

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 15:38:07 GMT

Slow down.
I have an unmercifully long checklist of things to do that will supposedly propel me nearer to self-actualization but my eyesss my eyessszzz my eyezzzzzzzzzzz are sinking back from its sockets, drained of moisture and threatening to turn into sawdust if I don't even attempt slumber. +, I missed Animal Night again. Very annoying.

So............................what annoyed you today?

Remember this...........

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 06:09:51 GMT

Happy Birthday, Marianie ♥

KONNICHIWHOA!

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 04:39:00 GMT

SAY IT. YOU ALL FUCKING DIG THE NEW LAYOUT.

Wanderlust & Vitriolities

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:13:08 GMT

1) Out of (mostly) frustration that Erzie, Jess & I weren't having Makan Place lunch dates as much as we'd like to, we finally decided to meet outside school. It is downright annoying, being confined so closely in the same grounds but never ever ever filled with enough amount of luck and venn-diagraming time tables to settle for a meet-up.

+ I finally bid arriverdeci to my long tresses, after months of not allowing myself to question its origins ("China woman's pubic hair," says Ievan) and no smooth raking of my fingers through my hair.

Spot the photobomb.

Then came a thorough convincing ourselves that Orchard Central was realllllllyyyyyyyy near to where we were, and we ended up having an urban trek through relentless herds of same-faces. (N) Braved all four levels of epic F21 at 313 (so many numbers), made fun of Uniqlo and scored a free manicure by Jessica at Food Republic upstairs.

I love you guys so much you make me want to mentally screenshot every other second.

2) Met Hani after work to find out she's pulling herself out of the depressing murk of a job. I gave her a hug and she gave me a quarter of chocolate croissant and a ride home. ♥

3) Been helping Marion out with her school project. And really, having a wicked blast with the most hilarious collection of NYP kids and giving makeovers with overpriced Bugis nonsense cannot be possibly called work.

Disturbing, ego-deflating wallpaper on Marina Square's toilet walls. Ievan, of course, digs it x9999.

This is not posting it on Facebook. hee hee hee Marion I love you!

More pictures coming up on Facebook.

4) In the midst of all the Take 45s, white balancing and cleaning cassettes, Bryan & Edmund have been very very patiently waiting for me in town's havoc for a very very long time. The lunch date quickly took the form of a movie in town and then a movie in Bishan and then in a movie in town again and Bryan needing to go for mass and cancelling it totally and then Edmund needing to meet somebody else and FINALLY a meet-up at Toa Payoh's Community Centre. Which is a vast evolution from the original plan, but I thought beat random snorkeling in people-oceans any day.

Bryan brought us up to the roof-top after his ~expert hands~ managed to twiddle the elevators so we could reach the top. It wasn't the tallest building around but all you had to do was lift you arms up in the air and your fingertips would feel nothing but kissing breezes. Then you'd feel.........limitless.

You can't see it, but we were all slowly sinking into anti-bacterial paint.

Excuse the randomness of the meet-up; I haven't seen Bryan for a absurdly long time and I just don't see Edmund as often as I'd like to, but thanks you two, for confirming that it is more than okay to run after things that are running away from you and just.......want.

Plus extra, extra, upsized amount of fairy dust for Edmund who took the much, much longer route to Vivo that wasn't even half compensated by my bounce-back from Jurong East. ♥

5) And then when I got home, I had my last (and easily one of the BEST) mail of the year waiting for me on my bed.

In the words of Janice & Sonia, "Officially Missing You".

6) today's date makes me feel like i'm writing binary code or something.

No, I don't do new year whatever-you-dos.

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:17:48 GMT

I had a delightful two days but go, GO prance around in all your little party dresses blowing glitter into each other's eyes or whatever supposedly quirky new year rituals you may have. I will now proceed to slip into a state of mind see-sawing between being completely bitter and sickeningly delirous. I will, however, as an attempt to un-Scrooge-ify myself, bid you all a heppi niu yeh.

Tan & Cheong

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 10:07:23 GMT

Glitter Containment

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 10:01:28 GMT

1) My hard-drive has been naked for a while now, much to the horror of The Mother who, at every chance she gets, wraps it in this butt-ugly lace shit that she has been deluded to believe will protect it from anything, making it iMMorTal.

I cut up my zebra tunic awhile ago, having about enough of it's weird fit and random black cuffs, and (as usual) irresponsibly forgot that I did what I did. It resurfaced a few days ago as I was in a mad dash to clear my wardrobe of all its illegal clothing (anything online bought. My mom goes apeshit everytime she finds out I ordered stuff online. Long story.).

Decided to finally give my official storage for (primarily) movies/Friends/all.that.jaaaaazzzzzzzzzz(like Zeta Jones) and (secondarily) school shit.

2) It's been more than a month since I saw Farhanna and it's like some kind of universal conspiracy that keeps deterring us from meeting and having the best times. It is very annoying. All I have to assure me that her blessed little heart is still beating are second-degree contacts and SMS exchanges that usually end with "nooooooooooooooooo I'm not freeeeeeeee. :c :c :c :c :c" etc. etc.

She came back from Japan recently with suitcases brimming with happy Japanese quirk. She made me a goodie bag and we were pretty excited that we finally had a REAL reason (yes, aside from all the other fake ones) to meet. But even that flippin' botched and I ended up collecting it from Aunt Chi Chi's fridge where she left it the night before. (N) (N) (N)

The only thing left for me to photograph from the goodie bag. Gastroporn-star of a Green Tea skin, Milk Tea filling mochi. Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. + the most gorgeous Maple tree leaf. And Rabani's fingers make him seem like he just came back from a good garden frolick.

3) Spent the second day of Noel with, well, Noel and obese American fodder that is McDonalds. Hogged the seat nearest to the powerpoint watching Sandra Bullock being utterly adorable and raking my brain to remember where I saw Bradley Cooper last (Kitchen Confidential ♥ ♥).

AND THAT KICK-STARTED A RATHER CRAZED MOVIE MARATHON, SURPASSING THE HEALTHY DOSE OF 1 MOVIE PER MONTH. I've so far clocked in 7 movies over a span of 3 days.

They ranged from the extremely unintelligent to the ones that created a jealousy and craving for opulence so huge I went to have my own private tea party with Dad's gorgeous teacups and sandwiches made from refrigerated bread and a thin layer of peanut butter. Very, very sad. I BLAME YOU GUAN YEOW. BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME.

4) And more Christmassy things:

a) Aww, Linette ♥ & I swear it wasn't conscious, but a little Linette corner has formed on my notice board where I post up all notes/pictures from you.

b) ♥ ___________________________________ ♥ MELT X99999999

5) And today, a surprisingly pleasant 2 hours with Ann Gie (who vehemently refused to let me rename her hard drive "anngy") with an intimidating display of underscores and oneword summaries of file names. We saved a hefty $20 that could have been spent on a trip to the zoo by discovering the Animal Sounds folder.

Oh look at me trying to be all hilarious wearing my beanie over the headphones............

6) Day by day I feel my wardrobe growing a hole that is slowly taking the shape of this dress ughhhh

7) Bailed on the T110 kids to do mind-numbing routine work. I am so so sorry. D:

8) Sorry (especially to Jingliang) this is so (predictably) long. I love you all.

Wishlist No. 14

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:12:38 GMT

Toys.

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 03:16:18 GMT

♥ ♥ My choice arm candy of the semester and my grandfather's camera with a history so far back and so beautiful I don't want to share it with you.

Plus plus plus, I have decided that today shall be unmarred by the grubby hands of schoolwork. I've got pretty awesome things to check off my to-do list and I'm (as usual) four hours behind time. where are all my speed bumps

Skyscrapers and Cloudgrazers

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:27:34 GMT

I've never felt so detached from a place that apparently provides all the attachment in the world. Yet again, Bukit Panjang Plaza has been the primary target for exploitation everytime I have "a meeting for SocPsy" or "ConIssues project work". I have decided, if it isn't too bloody unrealistic, I would one day buy the whole of that place and preserve within the streets of Lompang, where it resides, the luminous beam of all my fake meetings and made-up project work I have had in an effort to stall catching the bus home.

I feel inclined, however, to confess that the bus ride from the Interchange to my bus stop remains absolutely un-toppled as the perfect end-punctuation to my running sentences of a day. It's a slow, ten minute rumble along the winding Bukit Panjang streets to places I'm too familiar with. I don't look out the window anymore because 1) I've pretty much internalized the not-so-intricate intricacies of the uninspiring architecture in my neighbourhood (side note: There's a crematorium that comes riiiiiight after an Old Folk's home. I think it's a bit of a tragedy.) 2) I am Forever ~~21HAHAHAH~~ equipped with a fascinating read and 3) it's fucking dark cheebye my pupils can fit pencils already.

So it's all a little ironic & "given my lifelong search for irony, you'd think I'd be pleased" (unagi sushi for you if you get the Friends reference. (aaaaaaaaaaaand BAM! DOUBLE REFERENCE!!!)), but it really annoys me to unmeasurable lengths that it's so necessary. Like movie trilogies. Movies 1 & 3 are often the best. And number 2, that fucking redundant half-baked attempt at even being a movie, serves as a mere bridge from 1 to 3. Existing for the sole existence of movie 3. >:@@@ </ramble>

1) Kinda lost count of the definite number of people I've ranted to about the very botched weekend trip to Kuala Lumpur last week. Ievan wins at summarizing whatever comments that came my way: "You went to KL for one day and then came back? So Malay!!!" (What is "very Malay"?)

Uncle Mokhsain, Abang Amir & Amar came over to stay. They were due back in Shah Alam the very next day. Apparently some taut string in Mom's overworked-underpaid being just snapped and she managed to convince Papa to pile us into the car and have a road trip down to KL. "What the fuck" remains unqualified to fully satisfy my need to successfully textualize the way I felt. Such an understatement, suuuuuuuuuuch an understatement. I did, however, have someone else who shared the same D:< look the entire time I was in the car. Papa made it conspicuous enough that he was mad at Le Mother by shutting up pretty much the entire journey. And the behind-the-back bitching totally confirmed how much he deserved the "Iffah's Person of the Week" throne.

We left Singapore in the morning so we were driving under the sky's infinite blueness practically the entire day. All I could think of doing was to stretch my arms as high as I can, tickling thin air and reminding myself that I was small. Or something.

I spent half the journey sleeping, trying to sleep and pretending to sleep because in all my selfishness I felt like I owed that to myself, after being robbed of proper REM thanks to school. Mom was being such a jerk, picking on so many random things. The way I speak, the way I dress, the way my room is, the times I've been coming home. It was so...........unnecessary. And even more so when you're stuck with the person for another 4 hours in a claustrophobia-inducing space. It drove me right into Madness Ville, and it got to a point that I didn't even want to wait for the sunset that I promised myself.

And then I realised I couldn't. Not consciously, not unintentionally. I was going to have it at some point. Whether it was the orange wash Dad's side profile was going to be bathed in, or the strange, cooling warmth that will take its place as a blanket. I might as well have the whole thing. So I peeled away the shades that have been up on my window since morning and let it all in.

I love it everytime I'm in a moving vehicle and the sun is behind trees. I get streaks of shine in random pulses. Like some kind of morse code. "I am here, I am trying to find you. Wait for me, it will get clear."

At 8 pm, there we were, having only the KLCC to jolt us from our sleepy road trip daze and shove it to our faces that we were indeed 300+ km from home.

We pointlessly Photobooth-ed in the hotel room.

And left the next morning.

2) While we're somewhat hovering around the topic of Photobooth, here's an entire dump of them. If you're not here, sorry you're not special.

3) Commence the one-liners:

Today ♥ ♥

Tomorrow - Sunday?

Sunday?

Monday!

Tuesday!

When?

WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO MUCH CRAP LATELY? WHERE ARE ALL THINGS QUOTABLE. WHERE IS THE FUNNY. WHERE IS THE AWESOMENESS. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

4) Had a great last day of school with the kids today. Ievan was my first contact in the morning, and then everyone else during SpeechComm. Debs and I concluded that Worst Last Day still goes to last semester's GraComm madness, and I had such an awesome time with Pam afterwards. Everyday I love her more and more. ♥ ♥

My eyebags would like to say "Farewell, I will now disappear thanks to the indulgent amount of sleep Iffah will be getting" and (obligatorily) Happy Holidays.

>1 line updates coming up (vaguely) soon

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:15:29 GMT

I think this space has had enough of annoying, purposely ambiguous and overly metaphoric whining. But hey, if you insist.

Wishlist No. 13

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 01:31:26 GMT

Westwood Wonder

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 12:44:34 GMT

“Why not, if you’re a born freak of beauty, why not look like a goddess?”

Under the soles of your feet.

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:16:13 GMT

I cannot even begin to fathom the repercussions of giving sound to the fury fumes I have in my head. I feel my brain choking and all I can do is shut down my body completely, scared shitless of the slightest breath I could unintentionally release. Because it, if long and hollow and coming from the heart, will give away the insanity you're stuffing me like a fucking turkey with. Some kind of pride has made me stop fighting and I am ashamed that I allow myself to consume the smoke.

I will see you again.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:27:04 GMT

I am too drugged and my vomit is in this annoying limbo between my throat and my stomach. It is foul. I hate road trips I love road trips I hate road trips I love road trips I hate road trips I love I need sleep Goodnight, Internet.

I've been trying to

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:54:20 GMT

resurface then drown then resurface then drown until I lived in the flurry of bubbles I idealistically believe will obscure everything.

Keepers.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:23:40 GMT

If I didn't know any better, last night could just as well have been part of a shaky reel of sepia film, dripping with nostalgia and the smell of old tweed. It was like returning to the Mother Ship, Cineleisure being this unlikely warm nest made by magpies. And we let ourselves slide into the current of conversation, flowing in a manner so breathtakingly effortless. Like we each had never sold ourselves to the frantic schemes MOE conjures up. Like we each were never furiously rushing to complete projects. Like we each never had a paper the next day. Like it had been always been us.

I love this photo.

Happy birthday to (hardly) the baby of the four of us. We love you ♥

I apologize for the severe irregularity of the picture sizes. I was, as usual, hardly bothered to take Lou out because I take for granted Linette/Jingliang's (more Linette) innate For-Blogging-Purposes mindset that results in a reservoir of snaps.

I needed bangles to go with this gorgeous (faux hee hee hee) Chanel charm bracelet Linette got for us.

& I have always held great grudges to the undeserving bitches who own Jessica Kagan Cushman bracelets. Managed to dig out old bracelets I had a phase with and some permanent markers.

Whooyeh favourite boxers. Yes I wash them. Very promptly. So I get to wear them every two days hehehehehehe

Thanks Mr. Asyraf :D

Wishlist No. 12

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:36:22 GMT

:@@@@@ (x-posted)

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:29:44 GMT

Today some girl sat next to me on the bus on the way home. I have strict rules for myself for bus journeys alone. It is crucial for me to either have a book or my earphones for my music or both. I get absolutely antsy if I’m doing nothing while the bus lumbers on. One time, I gave a small shriek when I realised that I didn’t bring my earphones and I had just returned the book I was reading to the library. This time round I had a book. A good one. I was so ready for the trip.

So…………this (I don’t know what to call her. All female terms suddenly seem redundant) thing is on the phone with her boyfriend, cooing and giggling and cooing and making baby noises in this fucked up whistle-stuck-in-throat, Mount-Fuji-high pitch, whiny, whiny, whiiiiiiiny voice. Maybe typing what she says would help:

“bUt WHy You DoWann MeeT mIie? Ur eXAms ovEr RiiTe? EeeEE Euu ShoOo louSy.”

Random caps lock are not at all inflections in volume, pitch or any other vocal cues. Rather, a stab at twit talk circa 2004. Oh, we remember that, don’t we? Ohh yesss we doooo.

She continues this. And just as I’m on the verge of wringing her throat like the wet rag my mom keeps by the sink to wipe the counter, my humanity and goodwill taps me on my shoulder and says, “Haaaaai, we’re still here.”

So I’ve been limited to eye rolling and almost getting my eyes stuck at the back of my head because I was doing it at every other word that came out of her mouth. English has never ever everv evevrevvvevevev EVER sounded so hideous.

In an attempt to drown the bitch’s canary-through-a-blender’s voice, I close my book, put on my earphones and cranked it up.

Salvation.

Five minutes later, I feel a hand on my shoulder. SHE/IT HAS HER HAND ON MY SHOULDER. “YouR MEw-Zik. Very LouD LeH.”

“Your voice. Very annoying leh.”

"We'll be waiting out in the hallway too."

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:34:05 GMT

Here's so you know what I'm gushing over for the entire of this entry:

Hyped to Debs and Pam over text about my newest obsession with Rainbow Dash. Pam replied with the predictable "Robert's so much better." (BOO, PAM, BOOOOOOO) & Debs saying SHE WAS GOING TO PASS ME A UNICORN ON TUESDAAAAAAYYYYYYY :D :D : D: :D D: D: D:D :D: :D : : :D :D

Here she is!

I luff you, Deborah ♥! Her name is Sweetie Belle. Will you look at that precious baby horn she has. WILL YOU LOOK AT IT.

Had to find a space for her in my room. The shelf where Minty & Seaspray are has pretty much been dominated by ~other things~ (I say ambiguously), so Sweetie Belle went with Star Catcher and Ray the Zebra on the accessories rack among a very dusty collezione of peepers-shaders among ~other things~ (copy-paste ambiguity from earlier on).

Yes, that is plastic from the packaging on her mane. I try not to take them out ("OH BUT HOW DO YOU BRUSH HER HAIR???!?!?!??!?!??") because I never trust myself with maintaining them in that perfect, albeit unnatural, coiffed way. Plus she has tinsel in her mane. Tinsel on My Little Pony's mane to me as glitter is to Ellen Degeneres. >:@

Sunshine Source #2:

You know how everyone has a favourite from that tall Khong Guan tin of biscuits with layers of trays of a myriad of biscuits? Mine are the lemon puffs. Mom knows this. Mom brought home some yesterday.

Sunshine Source #3:

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

By the way, my current favourite word is "loofah". It's so much fun to say. Loofah.

you and them and i and her and him and you

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:40:34 GMT

It's like every strand of hair on your head is being pulled tight in a different direction.

As you swirl and swirl your head trying to slacken the hold on every strand that is being tugged on, the other side tightens and you shriek soundlessly as you tilt towards any one side. In this seemingly random motion, you're reminded how equilibrium doesn't come free or easy. It is your human desire and inevitable hunger for something, for movement, for motion that flicks your head from its stagnancy and causes an eternal, unescapable tug-of-war. In perfection, poison. In happiness, hostility. In beauty, breakdown.

When you think you've solved the problem, the paradox, and in your answer lies suggestions to want EVERYTHING, to go for EVERYTHING; while noble and very endearingly ambitious, you forget that this will then lead you to balance, which will lead you to a stillness, which is the most painful state.

I am spinning and tugging and slacking and screaming and sighing. I do believe, though, it'll come to a point where I accept all this, where something in my being will just click and I am able to see that all this is necessary, all this is but a fraction of why we exist. And I will be absolutely okay with it, because it will be like you live for all this, you allow yourself to believe all of it. When that day comes, I might just be lucky enough to sink into it, let my neck go loose and it would just look like my hair decided to float up that day.

"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off."

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:20:09 GMT

Oh man I feel awesome.

NEED. NEW. POSTERS. FOR. ROOM.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:51:54 GMT

I've been meaning to change the frames in my room, and I have a few permutations of posters in mind. I kinda wanna keep them both the same since there's only two of them (balance, yin & yang~~~)

So I'm pretty much set on what I want on it, it's just a matter of colour:

Light Teal or Baby Pink?

Sorry, Photoshop Chi not with me currently.

View Poll: Frame

Buy me a Chandler.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:20:05 GMT

I have been looking forward to breakfast these few days thanks to the long awaited comeback of Waffle Crisp cereal into my musky pantry/life (yes it is rather sad that I choose to slash "pantry" with "life"). I am unable to textualize (???? Look at me, making up words like Jade Cole) the infinite love I have for this cereal. It has been my favourite since.........I don't know.......THIS:

Rabani and I ate it out of the box, easily emptying one by the time Kids Central ended (fuckyeahmychildhood). Then while the transition from Kids to Vasantham took place, we'd put our fingers under our noses and gas ourselves with the residual smell of sugar and faux waffle.

I couldn't find it on the shelves for a really long time. I blame shit like Koko Krunch (DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH) and Cornflakes (I take them only when they're dripping with honey, circa Hari Raya) taking up the eye-level shelves. But finally saw them at good ol' Mustafa Centre; bathed in celestial light, background angel harmonies and all.

I dub these babies the official soma of my life.

Went downstairs with the sole intention of trawling the supermarket for N's present, but came back with tracing paper, a roll of ribbon in the most darling blue, crackle pop candy and an eraser. Kept the tracing paper and eraser for pending Project X, spilt half the crackle pop candy on the floor (DDD:) and had some rrrrrrrandy rrrrrribbon rrrrrecreation:

Initially planned to save them for the occasional birthday present wrapping and hair bow, but screw that shit, I wanted to have an Art Attack!

Up till I was 9, I pronounced this man's name as "boo-CHAIR-nen", instead of "boo-CARE-nen" :c

I kinda didn't know what I was heading towards, but you know how you just want to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING and you "don't think, just do" (Hai, Guru Ju Meng ♥).

Kinda sloppy because the ink spread like a virus on the ribbon :c I was going to make more variations but I ran out of chain. It's like the lovechild of Juicy Couture & CCSkye, dipped in a vak of that liquid you use for chromatography. (Y)

I opened my underwear box today to find that my Mom has just put a whole layer of newly washed undies. The newest layer is in the most dashing colour combination. I'm too excited to consider how inappropriate it is to show everyone my underwear:

Yeh, Mom's kinda awesome ♥

Went for the Count of Monte Cristo at AC yesterday, resulting in a schoolgirl crush on Timothy, pity for a very very fatigued Guan Yeow, suspended conversations with Jingliang :c and being reminded of how much I love Tante Nia. Pictures are with Jingliang, will post them up once she does (ehhh no pressure ah).

I refuse to count the number of times I've watched this for fear that it will disgust me.