I can't bring myself to finish up the work I brought home. It's this powerpoint presentation on the eco system around my adventure centre and I'm finishing up the part about trees. The types of trees we have, their uses, origins, and such. I'm up at 3am on a Friday morning doing a report on TREES.

Kill me.

Pls be sure to get the nail polish off my toes when you're done, tho. I heard nails continue growing on a body a while after it's dead. Wldn't wanna have my nails looking bad. Oh, I like white flowers.

And now my mind wanders a little gravely into the topic of death. Obviously, I'm thinking of my own. Trying to imagine how it'll affect the ppl around me. Do you do that too? It's a sick habit, but I get a kick out of it. It's for sure that there'll be a number of unhappy ppl (since I'm a joy to be around), so I suppose my twisted musings make me feel more loved than I already do. What I hate to speculate on is what the death of others will do to me, cos once I get really into it, I'll start tearing, and there goes my mood for the next hour.

Argh. So stupid!

Shit. This sucks. Trees momentarily suck. Thanks for the oxygen and wood and helping us stay alive and all but really, must there be so many different kinds of you? Wait, you're God's innocent and voiceless creation. I'm not in the position to criticize you, even if for a while. Humans suck. Always seeking knowledge and anally wanting more more more. Didn't Cate Blanchett's character in the latest Indiana Jones movie receive too much knowledge and physically burst into smithereens? Or something?

I suppose I should go back to doing that damned powerpoint file.

Got tattooed! Finally finally FINALLY.

FINALLY!!!

I decided on an adorable little heart-shape, on the side of my hip. My reasoning for those choices is that my hips are sensitive love-spots, and placing a heart on one would be like, giving directions.

Actually, no.

I just wanted something simple and pretty on a part of my body that I do not want getting any bigger. It'll be a constant reminder to stay clear from excessive carbo. I know that sounds lame, and I fully agree. But oooo, imagine my delight when I (and I will!) realise eons later that my tattoo hasn't stretched much, meaning I've not ballooned! Oh oh, Rachel of FRIENDS got one done at the same spot in one of the earlier seasons. I love FRIENDS. And I kinda like my hips, though they stretch across horizons. So yeah. All that's what my tattoo's for. Nothing deeply meaningful, but quite alright for an impulsive move, I suppose.

Aiyah, I faked an mc one day and wanted to do something with the day so I called my best friend out to get me tattooed lah.

My parents are fantastic; they don't mind at all. And my sister's afraid to touch it! Can't wait to show it to the other 2 sisters and watch their reactions.

Enough yakking. Picture time! My twinnie was most wonderful to document the whole thing with her digicam, and to hold my hand while I winced and did retarded faces.



It began.







"Ooogh." That's twinnie's hand!


Praying-very-hard face.


Prayers-didn't-quite-work face.




Happification. :-D

Nazz: If I had a cock I think my cock will stand. Then go down. Like alive and dead ah.

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New background! Like it? You better do. Cos that's Nantha's picture (thank you for letting me use it!!), and cos it's here to stay for quite a while. And you know you like coming around. My stupid musings are most entertaining, I know. I know I know I know. And I know that that's why I've hit 10,033 visits since 27th September 2007! 2007. Shit, that's way long ago. Maybe I'm not that entertaining.

Thanks for reading anyways. I always tingle with immense pleasure when I come across faithful/not-so-faithful readers. I probably don't know you, but I do appreciate your interest. Unless you hate me. But I know you don't. ;)

Ragani, stop leaving without tagging, you skinny arse.

I better get back to work.

Nazz: (about some unknown person) His handwriting sucks lah. Like his mother's ass.

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That's a slightly crazy tee. I like!


Spiral staircase at work.


Weird shit alert!


Weird shit alert 2!


This little backside of mine is now in nursery!


Remnants of Peizhi's meal, artistically transformed by Esther.


Her dad's lorry is such fun!

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I'm just so, so lazy these days. Any free time I get, I wanna sit down somewhere, and stone. You can blame it on the new swimming term which needs my whole department to work through its January weekends. It. SUCKS. I'm keeping myself happy thinking of the off days I can claim, and of the marvellous smoked salmon pasta dish I had on Saturday and Sunday at CDANS.

Ah, speaking of food. I had the biggest dinner I've had in ages. My colleagues and I headed down to eastern lagoon or some shit like that for dinner, and dishes after dishes AFTER dishes kept magically appearing. The indian muslim food Nazz and I ordered for everyone arrived last, which was received with groans and moans. Oh, and the indian rojak was expensive, but quite good. I now owe myself 7 consecutive days of using the rowing machine. Like that's ever gonna happen.

Bleuurrghhhyaaaawwn.

On account of my tiredness and inability to truly concentrate, I'll now retire before I let you know exactly how broke I am. Oh, my line's been cut. Mail me for my temporary number.