look at me look at you. recovering addict/ sad-o-masochist/ potential Crips alliance/ norm sloth aesthatic. cross where appropriate.
rampaged a tad at Mid with dear cousin A after accompanying mother for her medical checkup at Bangsar Pantai Medical Centre, embarked on a full-fledged quest of cinematic pleasures. a marathon i say. Bangkok Dangerous and Madagascar 2. comments shall be kept to self. as the possibility of crapping away unnecessarily exists. bottom point, remarkable unforgettable scene of lion nipple pinching by crazy old lady kicked me a smile and reminds me of somebody. heh. how did you managed to slip in my mind with the no entry sign displayed anyways? later on, stuffed self with Chicken Teppanyaki. being challenged of to use only chopsticks to take them down, and i won! with the timing of, say, 7mins? crap. and oh, much thanks for the birthday treat cousin!
retail therapy! (i) Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. uhm. the smell of a good book. been ages since i sniffed through some. feels like home. (note to self : marry the owner of Times.) (ii) baptised a cheap RM15 faded red fitted long sleeve shirt. this, is out of nowhere. its summons were so loud than i can barely hear myself say no. NO?
what to self-note about : (i) dont ever go out on Saturdays. especially when it's almost school holiday time. dont you kids know how to sit at home? you're too young to be playing dress-up and papparazi and parading with shades and groupies at the mall! righteous. deep breath. (ii) next, how guilty mountains to high piles. Law Bible to conquer. id better get my ass back to Malacca as soon as possible. being at home only increases my sins and guilts. gah. and till then, i shall recharge myself so as to reuse myself for the Business Law frolicking session in the next 8 hours. shalom!
side note : i need to rejoice my femme circle. pronto.
rampaged a tad at Mid with dear cousin A after accompanying mother for her medical checkup at Bangsar Pantai Medical Centre, embarked on a full-fledged quest of cinematic pleasures. a marathon i say. Bangkok Dangerous and Madagascar 2. comments shall be kept to self. as the possibility of crapping away unnecessarily exists. bottom point, remarkable unforgettable scene of lion nipple pinching by crazy old lady kicked me a smile and reminds me of somebody. heh. how did you managed to slip in my mind with the no entry sign displayed anyways? later on, stuffed self with Chicken Teppanyaki. being challenged of to use only chopsticks to take them down, and i won! with the timing of, say, 7mins? crap. and oh, much thanks for the birthday treat cousin!
retail therapy! (i) Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. uhm. the smell of a good book. been ages since i sniffed through some. feels like home. (note to self : marry the owner of Times.) (ii) baptised a cheap RM15 faded red fitted long sleeve shirt. this, is out of nowhere. its summons were so loud than i can barely hear myself say no. NO?
what to self-note about : (i) dont ever go out on Saturdays. especially when it's almost school holiday time. dont you kids know how to sit at home? you're too young to be playing dress-up and papparazi and parading with shades and groupies at the mall! righteous. deep breath. (ii) next, how guilty mountains to high piles. Law Bible to conquer. id better get my ass back to Malacca as soon as possible. being at home only increases my sins and guilts. gah. and till then, i shall recharge myself so as to reuse myself for the Business Law frolicking session in the next 8 hours. shalom!
side note : i need to rejoice my femme circle. pronto.
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