Hello

Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

Facebook | Twitter

Ask

Exit

Jarr Sarahh Manda Zak Stacy Justin Wannie Feedbooks Poetry Foundation I'm Not a Monster Colour Lovers Random People Lazy Book Reviews

History

November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011 July 2011 August 2011 September 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 August 2012

Acknowledgment

Template by Elle @ satellit-e.bs.com
Others: (X | X)


This Is An...WHAAA?
Sunday, 2 May 2010 | 11:38 pm

The weather today was scorching hot, wasn't it? I regretted getting into those jeans, and all I could think about was how happier I would be in a skirt. They clung onto my legs like an annoying second skin that I wish I could just tear off.

I brought the whole family out for lunch at Seoul Garden. Mainly, it was in an advance celebration of my father's, um, 51st(?) birthday (I think he's turning 51 this Wednesday), but of course treating him to an all-you-can-eat buffet translates to treating everyone else in the household. The family cat excluded.

So we all went, got shown to our table and my brother disappeared only to come back with a plateful of beef, then later chicken, and cockles and shrimps and God knows what else was there on our table. I tried the Mushroom Cream Sauce. I don't like it. Much. There were dumplings and tofu, porridge, vegetables, spaghetti...oh, fries! There are just too many, that's all I'm saying.

And Johnson was a man on fire. I like a busy man.

No, I'm not talking about Glen Johnson. Actually, now that I've mentioned it: Man, I cannot believe Gerrard made that mistake! What the fuck just happened, was what I thought. But if you saw the look on his face in the tunnel, you just knew it wasn't going to end well. Not with that stressed, tired and overall just plain unhappy face.

>:(

I just found out my iPod isn't plugged in for charging.

ieu9ujfdw93-ei0fokx,