I AM FROM CYBERTON, LITERALLY.

im obsessed with deep fried food. thinking of all the batter coated delights, i believe tsunami waves are forming up somewhere in my cavity, planning on a attack! and as mentioned before, the genius who invented fried chicken wing should have a smaller gold plated statue standing next to the merlion. somehow chatting on msn is getting more aggressive at work these days and magically, i brought up an issue about hiding home with a bucket of kfc in front of the telly during my low down days. yes, i did that. puzzled puzzles drown my brain cells after a reply that says "i dont watch tv". as astonishing as it sounds, people these days doesnt watch tv? and ive already heard these from a few people. do they know how much they are missing? telly is the window to everything, and i ranked it the best electronic operating device standing behind the auto teller machine (atm). say im werid, please, say i am. i think i am. i wouldnt want to be most people anyway. plus the fact that the whole world is dating, im from cybertron, literally.

SOUP OF THE EVERYDAY.

wonton mee soup had been the only number on my menu. been having it for days and the sicked me aint sick. simply delicious.

LOVE A-SATURDAY.

ONE BOTTEGA MONSTER.
i have no idea why i bought this bottega piece for. the only adjective i can fight for myself is to replace my gucci. the leather smell is heaven! *weave weave weave*

AINT NO HAPPY VALLEY.
we hardly sit and we sat that night... and chatted.



POLAROIDS &...

ANOTHER ROUND PLEASE.

my mom has no objections for the durian buffet at carlton's. sista, heard that? durians had officially invaded my life. durian mondays! i was invited to enjoy the delicacy, and so i did.

TUESDAY IF I REMEMBERED..
clear, clear, clear and blur.

LIFT THOSE DRUMSTICKS!

TOUCHY MAMBO NIGHTS. SWEETS.

the last hour dinner with win, larry and lou (belated bdae boy). touchy gestures, noisy me... sweets! the four of us should just fall in love - period, period over. and the little episode with the lifts, bloodcurdling =P

BALLY BALLINGS.

BLACK FLOCKS.

lou and the mings..

DOVER STREET MARKET SPARKS.

the little space dover street market surrendered for lanvin. cant you see, i freaking love it. dsm rawks in my heart! london london lalala...

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THE DAYS ARE OVER..

i dedicated a large fraction of my working schedules this week to everything else but work. i spent the days replying important emails, making decisions over telecom cables, taking long lunch hours, surfing blogs and babbling on msn. my rants over the past couple of weeks had subtle down much. moving on to the next stage of me, i submitted my resignation letter giving myself a frame period over the next few months to do something i highly desire - i enrolled in learning classes. hoping to acquire much, i wouldnt want to disappoint my family, my friends and importantly myself. afterall, my mom is very supportive. how gruelling i dont know, but i anticipate it would be a good opportunity for other opening windows and doors later on. am positive that i havent make any miscalculations till now.. catch me laters people. i love you all. *trot*

ERRATIC MONDAY.
every detail seems to accelerate... there isnt much space left for punctuation. one call; one promising opportunity.

WISHY WASHY.

DU'S BAZAA-RIAN.

mama's home with durians. whatever that makes you happy love..

CHICKEN RICE'S CALLING.

an every tuesday lunch was flavoured much by a waited phonecall (i cant recall why it made me so happy). i empty my plate with an ambrosial smirk beaming from within.

MAYBE BABY.

scored these precious darlings in the mere moment. it alluded my yearn for japanese baby dolls. cute.

LOOSEN UP.

comfort in these old shoes is an understatement. divine...

RAINFALL.
thurs - having my feet bathe in my soaked up shoes wasnt as painful as seeing rainwater fondling on my cashmere sweater and my muji cloth tote.

SALTED SWEET CURRY.

as promised - omu rice with mdmong and mdmchoo painted a big smile on my face and a bigger bulge when seated.

DAILY DOWNLOADS: 20 07 2007.

it didnt occur to me how dates will mean something more. afterall numbers is all about games. out with sista on friday. feasted on fattening fried food and my throat is tickling now.

BLUE RANTS.

FRECKLE.

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THE DURIAN'S WRONG, NO DOUBT.

if you've noticed, ive slowed my blogging fashion down to once a week since last. do allow me to mention my weeks had been getting more exciting with the activities lined up every day but my groove of snapping slowed down. blame it on the durian if you want though it has nothing to do with it. thursday night, i was doing some reading before snoring into my comfy new sheets, i heard the door bell rang and my mom woke me up for durian. my mom had always been a huge enthusiast for durians and the season's in and no doubt its the perk for her year! the childish smile on her face was unberable whenver she sees durian. she worked hard for the family, for me and for everyone else placing her piorities at the last of the list. one thought that had been generating my mind thru the week - to all the parents who worked hard for the children, we as one need to show our gratefulness. i grumble morning till night. i am the biggest shame in the family. parents are the biggest heros in our lives. show them more love if you agree...

VERY GOOD LOR MEE. 45MINS WAIT WORTHY.
its like a 20mins walk away from my office and its totally deliciousss.. gosh. im putting on weight since. they are soo generous on the chicken. ouchsss!

YOGA CLASS #001.

yoga with shanie aft work,........ beat! love shanie's wash out face. beautiful.

SALARYMEN'S AIL.

and my office is located near all the good food.... and that means a fulfilling lunch hour. beef noodles délicieux.

BLACK THURDAYS. BORING.

NO JOKE.

IM SUCH A SHAME.
so i was chatting away during office hours. but my pay was miserable. so peishan suggest i should take more toliet breaks and skive if possible. haa. brandee rawks!

SOMETHING I HAD BEEN CRAVING FOR.

someday while working out the photocopier machine in the room at work, i smell someone eating fried chicken. i havent ate anything since morning. i was salivating. whoever invented fried chicken is a genius. i grabbed it the next day! hee

AND BOTAK SAID IT. BLUSH!

its sooo limited yet it aint a rear sight. ouchss. botak rawks. curly sat night with lou.....

GLOOMY SUNDAY. STOP ACTING LONDON. COME OUT!

INDO LUNCH..

head bt timah for lunch and itssss sister's threat this round. im next in the queue. family lunches are blessings!

BLACK TIBITS.

the new range of comme play tees are out. black's the new red =P

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