If there is anything the living is similar to the dead, we all like to rot says:
uve no idea where is this place then?

yixiaooo: haute hummings. says:
ermmm nepal la

If there is anything the living is similar to the dead, we all like to rot says:
nepal...........................................
sounds damn familiar

yixiaooo: haute hummings. says:
erm the royal family was wiped out by the heir
a couple of yrs ago

If there is anything the living is similar to the dead, we all like to rot says:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yixiaooo: haute hummings. says:
hahahahahahaaahahhaahahah

If there is anything the living is similar to the dead, we all like to rot says:
i think im going to faint

yixiaooo: haute hummings. says:
haahaaha
but the heir shot himself in the end.. so i think nepal should be safe by now..

just a normal conversation between two floozy-wannabes.

YEP-your entertainment programme NOT.

i have decided to put my failed east timor yep trip behind and start afresh. yes, let bygones be bygones...

and just five minutes ago, i put my name down for YEP- Bhutan, Himalayas.

eh, you done with laughing yet?

muhd's open house party was great! the fantabulous food that included rendang and rose chicken.. plus the impeccable hospitality.. too-yummy-too-resist treats like the samosas and chocolate chip cookies which i insist, was not demolished by me!

but miss allegra persisted on peeving me by giving a rather graphic account of how fat she will get. and all this while i was sampling cookies by the jar. i mean it really is no big deal if someone esle does it- but she is practically a good half a head taller than me and almost half my size (you do the math).. i was seriously tempted to stuff a couple of cookies down her teeny-weeny esophageous before finally decided that it was a sin to waste such delectables.

No Longer Stuffed! says:
speaking of which, we're having yellow rice (the type they serve at weddings), THREE types of sambal goreng, sambosa and roast chicken...

No Longer Stuffed! says:
there's more but I can't remember at the moment
no prizes for guessing who's gonna indulge in a malay feast worthy of any bruneien royalty tomorrow?

miss piggy woes.

once i took the deadly step forward, i knew almost at once there was no turning back- there was not nearly enough time to back down or jump off. unfortunately, it did not take long for the digits to flash right before me or reality to set in. i must admit i did expect the worst and what stared back maliciously before me only confirmed the sad truth...

that i have gained three kg.

after muhd's feast, no more m&s teackaes. no more teck kee paos. no more scones from dino and definately no more magnums and cornettos.. but can i keep the m&s digestives?

heart you.

at the risk of sounding like some floozy 17 yr-old who managed to sneak past the burly bouncers in black outside zouk, i had a great time at zouk last wednesday. believe me, it does not yet qualify as FANTASTIC as for the first time in a while, two important people (smile, wai!) were missing from the dance floor. i had a lychee martini, which i accidentally spilled half on someone esle when mellie knocked into me (thankfully, my lychee was SAVED!) and two cups of ice water *for the ice.

here is the cruel truth. a bystander till wednesday night, i realised that clubbing really did provide the not-so-innocents with a false sense of intimacy, that thrives on the deluded. you might not be 'reaching out' for it, but when it is dangled in front of you beckoning to accept it- it is tough to say no.

Meet Pao.


hi my name is Pao (spelt with a capital P, not B). i am a wrist bag and a recent addition to my master, yixiao's frivolous collection of what-she-doesnt-need-but-still-has. see ya soon!

singing in the rain.

well hardly, since i can barely carry a tune to save my life. but to give you an indication of how much i LOVE my shoes: upon alighting the bus, i took off my favouritist nine west blue retro flats and carried them while i walked bare-footed all the way home.

i'm a shoe whore. "will work for shoes!"

hairdo' you do?

i realised that after every major exam- o levels, a's and smu term 1, i get my hair done. highlight, perm, dye, streak.. been there, done that.

which probably explains why the texture of my hair would somewhat cause any farmer to go, 'hay'! *pun intended.

but i must emphasize that there is something extremely pleasing about looking into the mirror, only to find people fussing over you -or your hair- as you engage in the mindless sutdy of beauty magazines. it is almost as if you were a doll, and others were just trying their best to prim and splendor you.

with metacllic foils stuck on in successive layers, i did not look unlike an alien which had just stepped out of a b-grade sci-fi flick from the 80's and i think this is precisely why i feel an affinity between my hairdresser and i. i mean, how many people will actually get to see me look THAT unglamorous? answer: probably only my husband will suffer the misfortune of seeing me so. haha.

i love my hair.

my desire.

i wanna start off my day with a hearty scrumptous pancakes breakfast with someone at a marvellous quaint outlet at holland village.

in twelve hours time, i will be free from the clutches of evil-weevil exams. i have been making all sorts of appointments just to keep myself occupied for the holidays. i wanna be choked out of life by being continously surrounded by people i adore. i wanna stroll down the well-trodden paths of arab street, in search of tapestries to fabricate my desires. i wanna be constantly surrounded by affairs i enamour. i wanna make people laugh all over again. i wanna see the look of sheer pleasure on their faces when they take a first bite out of a warm cocolate fudge souffle or banana fritters with coconut ice-cream. i wanna experience ultimate satisfaction after a long hard day's worth of retail indulgence.

but most of all, i just wanna have a pancake breakfast with someone.
anyone.

if there is anything i miss, it is dancing comepetitively and performing.

you know even after financial accounting ends this term, i cannot bear to part with my textbook. think i will keep it -for sentimental reasons.

on a hiatus.

dear lovelies, i will probably not be updating as much as exam life (which ends on the 24th, wed) can only get THIS exciting.
you try churning up life-changing events while glued to your seat in a crummy over-booked study room in school.
study hard, fellas~ and i will see you soon!

there is just an overload of sugar in this house, so much so that i feel like inviting people over to demolish them! durian cake with coconut frosting, the lana chocolate cake, marksandspencer teacakes, digestive biscuits, chocolate chip cookies and raspberry pastries, kitkats, cornettos, magnums ..

if anything above strikes your fancy, you know where to come~

when all hope fails,

we will plot, scheme, laugh, diss and cross out.
MUAhahaha

ladies and gentlemen, get ready your score sheets.

i lost it.

my love for blogging. i don't know what to say or feel. i created this blog and intend to delete the 'warped' version as i do not wish to be constantly reminded of certain issues. i guess i should really quit sounding so cryptic since most of you readers probably received an email or sms from myself- regarding the change of address and thus, qualify as trusted friends of mine.

if truth be told, there is an overwhelming sense of relief now that i am officially out of a triangle. you win some, you lose some. but i cannot help but feel as if i want to win it all.
am i just plain selfish?

confetti.

beautiful day for a beautiful girl's birthday.

happy birthday adelene chen !