so here're the rest of them folk crazy enough to agree to be fellow frat bashers at the swatch launch.

how i got cast in a bimbo role is beyond my comprehension (ya cos everybody knows in am like how brainy right. all you people snorting as you read this I WILL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSES muahaha)

pi = 3.147 (SEE I TOLD YOU I WAS SMARTTTT HOHOHO)

anyways it was how fun! i wanna buy a blueeeee wig to wear around town (i am going to take this opportunity to plead with my friends not to sever ties with meeee. buy you all sweets)

anyways we were supposed to be mascoting for this range of watches that made hello kitty look more hardcore than a lao beng (omg.)

and everyone knows i am the hardly the pretty in pink sort. oh the cruel irony of my existence.

in other news! its the folks' surprise wedding anniversary party tonight.

i am HOW excited. better celebrate other people's love and dedication to each other. by their age i bet im toasting to like my 2457777787th divorce. hohohohohohoho.

bye y'all!

this week i have been busy trying to get myself gainfully employed.

and in the process i have made some discoveries:

1. gossipgirl is the BESTEST show ever (maybe except for greys but then greys is all about people pretending to be adults so its pretty much the same thing haha)

2. i heart picnics (my short-term goal for now is to picnic in every available park from boon lay to loyang and i can cos im like HOW DAMN FREEEEE hohoho)

3. i am still not too old to club (although my feet are protesting vehemently as i type this)

its been a busy week. i am POOPED. unemployment is terribly exhausting business.

two days ago i was at courts with my dad shopping for a new sofa. (oh the consequence of that life-changing decision between fabric and leather -_-")

anyway, he picked out this one that looked like an exploding chocolate cow. (by that i mean it was in every shade of brown known to mankind, and maybe god)

so i very kindly let him down by saying, 'EEYER WALAO DOESNT MATCH ANYTHING IN THE HOUSE LAAAAAAA'

(quite kind what)

to which he very cleverly retorted, 'who says doesnt match?! the chairs in our house are brown, the table is brown, the cupboard is brown, YOU are brown....'

HAHA ok dad you win.

omg i really need to get a job. baking cake and hunting for sofas is so not my thing.

and i really must stop hankering after things that are not good for me. i clearly have about as much resilience as a soggy piece of bread in the rain. -_-"

i miss seeing sights like this.

would be nice to have some of this here.

got the photos from the eurotrip and found self to be consumed by huge-ass wave of nostalgia.

what i thought was utterly amazing?

this is the photo in its raw, unedited form.

yes the arc de triomphe is that beautiful. =)

'But you cannot walk away from sorrow like that. And in any case there is nothing in the world more dreary, damping, and obscurely perturbing than to come out of a cinema in the afternoon to a noisy world. And she did not want any tea, or know where she was going. And it was bitterly cold again, with the wind in the east. She walked into Lower Regent Street and up towards Piccadilly.

And in the murky dusk of evening, it was a turbulent and terrifying spectacle which met her eyes and smote her ears. She had never seen so many desperate buses, and blocked cars, and swarming people, in her life. In all the teeming, roaring, grinding, belching, hooting, anxious-faced world of cement and wheels around her it really seemed as though things had gone too far.'

Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky, Patrick Hamilton

and all of it, all of it in its entirety, made me wish i didnt have to go.