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peaceful sunday
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woke up with the familiar sensation of a shrivelled tongue, after it got mildly assaulted with whiskey last night.
damn shiok lah, to be able to amble around the house lazily, stirring porridge and reading papers over earl grey tea with just a soupcon of milk and two cubes of sugar. just the way i like it!
some pictures.
say you like me froweer!! i is pweety with froweeeeerrrrrr. and urm, hi chest.
post accident near the ammo dump. owner of car isn't too happy. okay that was a gross understatement.
the writer-in-residence happily shows off her bag du jour. SHINY GREEN BAG YO. yes i know my office chair is an offensive putrid looking saffron yellow.
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attempting a look that i can never quite pull off as you can tell from the nauseating results. had dinner at Ramen ten at FEP, and the cynical food critic says : fucked up place.
looking awful behind the EcoSphere at the science centre. was looking forward to the excursion there with l.e but it was marred with many malfunctioning exhibits and a dripping nose.
followed by a sombre stroll around lim chu kang's cemetary.
climax of outing - HOLLAND V XO FISH BEE HOON!!!!!! pretty fucking good. further accentuated by the beads of sweat rolling off my brow. as good as the one at compass point's food court!! i'm sold.
the charades people. YEAH CHARADES! try acting out "sugar and spice and all things nice" and "he ain't heavy, he's my brother." thanks ah.
still sober.
unconvincing salesgirls. spot the mole.
the one reason why being a writer rocks - no restriction on hemlines. or anything else for that matter.
orange tan + neon pink bra + zebra prints = classic eurotrash.
okay. heading off for a nap. i'm craving for fish bee hoon again.. =(
