these girls, together with harrypotter and ronweasley, make some mean company. last night we had a belated birthday celebration -a somewhat haphazard dinner which we initially intended as something like a picnic but surely evolved into a sandwich-making session in the comfort of lido’s shelter(: we also had hotsoup and fibre in the form of salad, thanks to mosburger ha ha. for awhile it felt like recess at sc, but of course this was more elaborate cos its our favourite kare’s 20th !

aww kare and nette are love. im so thankful that nj had at least given me something (or two) to keep snug with me all my life, hopefully, together with the knowledge of my economic ineptitude(; if only we can all have abit more time with one another before the birthdaygirl flies off to canada again in the blink of an eye ha ha.
(and i had to nick these photos off kare from facebook. i miss my camera !)

if you spread peanut butter on hot waffles (and by that i mean the confectionary sweeheng/ prima deli green waffles, not the angmoh waffles) when the waffles cool down completely you get crispy peanut butter in those soft little green squares. veryyy nice(: on top of my random favourite foods list are definitely these waffles (eaten cold though the peanutbutter must be spread when the waffles piping hot, to avoid peanut goo) and boiled fishballs in ketchup (a weird liking which origins i trace back to the sc yongtaufoo stall) ha ha.
food fantasies. yum.

RALPHFIENNES IS LORD VOLDEMORT !!
hahahahaha.

i was alittle disappointed by deathlyhallows, maybe i was expecting something more. somewhere along the way it became an i-better-finish-it-cos-ive-to-sleep-soon, rather than the obligatory im-dying-to-know-what-happens!. as with halfbloodprince i suppose, for i remember it being quite dry somewhere in the middle but everything picked up pace towards the end, punctuated of course by dumbledores death. im not sure if its cos i finished too fast, but dear harry became alittle too deliberating and emo for my liking, and voldemort just annoying and rather predictable. and there were numerous commotion scenes (like “HARRY ! HARRY !” “RON, WHERE ARE YOU?” “HERMIONE? HERMIONE !” “HARRY ??” then almost all the time everything ends with bright flashes of light and harry feels a tight constriction and (again) they end up somewhere, badly injured.) when ive the tendency to skim over and hence miss many details and hence have to go back and re-read afew pages later.
well its over and done with, this little wizard and his little friends who had been with us since secondaryschool, and kept us waiting and made us spend a shameless amount of money on the books and movietickets and all other related merchandise, not to mention endless hours poring over dumbledoreisnotdead.net after halfblood.
now its officially back to malorytowers -good old enidblyton and midnight feasts(:

i bought a hamster today ! hahaa not for myself but omgg say aww isnt it the cutest thing. its downright boring though all it does is scurry around the alpine (?) and sleep and eat and sleep. but its still aww-worthy enough for me to keep snapping photos during my tuition session (bad bad tutor) and be morethanalittle oblivious towards my tutee who keeps getting distracted by this furball (as well). i mean, look at the fat ass ha ha doesnt it crack you up(: i was truly thinking about getting a hamster ! since they dont need to be bathed and eat grains and are cute enough and can sit quietly, sort of, in a little fishtank at the edge of my desktop with minimal attention.
but then i remembered how su’s squeak dropped hair tufts and thats gross so nevermind, im not very animalloving anyway ha haa. i would still want a puppy which will never grow too big though((: cos they would be black and small and hairy. but then i wouldnt want to have to toilettrain and feed and walk them and pick up their poo and have them yip and whine in the house.
when i was in p3 my friend lent me his tamagotchi to babysit for the afternoon and it died after 2hours in my house and i was eternally remorseful. i think, animals are good to look at and good to play with but keeping them can be abit mafan, hwattchoo think.

when i think of the film strangedays we watched for lit last sem, i think of juliettelewis/ faith gyrating on the stage, her voice raw and uninhibited and so enigmatic. few months down i play the song repeatedly on itunes and it really grows on me. its rawness -almost poetic, albeit abit angst-ridden and alternative, i guess.

hardly wait
its been so long
ive lost my taste
say angel come
say lick my face
let fall your dreams
ill play the part
ill open this mouth wide
eat your heart
i can hardly wait
lips cracked, dry
tongue blue burst
say angel come
say lick my thirst
its been so long
ive lost my taste
here Romeo
make my world as great
in my glass coffin
im waiting

and ralphfiennes is pretty hot, dont you think(:

broke as a pauper (so maybe im exaggerating alittle, but just alittle) si the moneywhore emerged and unabashedly crawled through the gates of an moe institution yesterday and today morning. put down your dignity and earn 130$. there is diminishing respect for the term teacher. i dont know about the rest, but back when i was a wee p6er if my teacher as much as raised his/her voice at me i would cower and tremble and feel very remorseful. currently, p6ers treat teachers with minimal respect and i had had the same stupid boy refusing to get out of the classroom and actually jerking his things back from my hands. if not for the fact that this is a primaryschool and parents are just bigger scalawags than their children and no, i do not want to soil my rt record in moe, i would have thrown his bag down the window and said fuckyou yes YOU to his smug oily face. then there are the same few jabberheads and annoying pricks but other than that, yes all is fine and i am glad 130$ is being tucked crisp in my pocket after this ordeal. (well not really, since the money only gets cashed in 8aug. ) s’like a recurring nightmare,

except i chose to go back to it, ha ha.

children disgust me and i hate them.

hahaa but i brought them to the sound-proof computerlab during the quadruple-period slot and (irresponsibly) let them make a racket without running the risk of myself getting screwed by other teachers(: when they have their ickle heads in headphones and playing retarded web flash games they make much less noise than when doing english practicepapers anyway. well then after my 2-days-long Return to The Workforce i thought i deserve a treat so, inspired by ikea’s poached salmon which i always am too giamsiap to buy, i bought back salmon and broccoli and made myself a gooood tv lunch. and somehow, when you no longer have to go back to school the next day, everything looks prettier and you dont need a reason to be triggerhappy(:

being jobless is good. if only i get paid for being jobless.

its been awhile ! friday the 13th and birthday/s the 14th. one 20th birthday and one 21st. one cosy hotplate home dinner (AFTER SO LONGG) and one which we had to trudge all around clarkequay to find a quite tucked-away settlers. hahaa but come to think of it we spent more time talking and and eating (my stupid puny chickencutlet) than playing games. we didnt even finish cranium ! oh we finished one slamwich though hurhurrrrr i hate slamming games I NEVER GET ANY CARDS gnurgh.

but still, happy21st to an old-enough friend and hope you were sufficiently surprised by a notsosurprising surprise(: now youre forever indebted to turn up for run nus on 18aug hurhurr.

i realised these are the first birthdays id celebrated this year ! two at one go somemore, no mean feat. no wonder this weekend felt alittle festively overwhelming and i spent a substantial amount of my sunday sleeping ha haa. hurr but the way we’re outdoing ourselves everyyear i think somewhere around our 25ths we wont have anything to do anymore. sit around and twiddle thumbs haha.

but well, while we’re still young and bright sparks, happyhappybirthdays to the Birthday Girl and Birthday Boy and geez i amaze myself how long entry i had managed, just about nothing in particular(:

HELLO SUUUU HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
s’been the eighth year we/i’d racked our brains trying to make 14july a great start to a splendid year ahead and i hope you had had fun Scavenger Hunting Your Friends to jumpstart your (gasp !) 20th. (i wish we can have more than one birthday a year so there are more excuses to do absurd shmucks.)
may there be endless 20years ahead of us, and i love you muchhhh* for everyeverything. even the bag which tore (which i will mend) and your kind assurance that my ugly hair doesnt suck and my fat ass aint huge ha haa.
kisssies(:

(okay someone obviously doesnt like taking photos with me much, pooh. ) anyways we had lunch at ma maison, somewhere surprisingly quaint and small and according to lishi and her crunchyroll shows, quite authentically japanese(: the food wasnt todiefor, but i loved that everythings so rickety and woody and paisley/floralprinted- my latest fetish. see this !

my house would have paisley wallpapers in good colours, and God forbid that one day i will grow sick of paisley, cos then i’ll have to revamp my whole house ha ha.

speaking of houses im dying to remove my comp table and do something about the big expanse of wall (or as big as my teeny room can be) behind it. something exciting, like

or

and if this post hadnt already veered off more randomly, oh, i really want transparent bookcases and a kelly green set of cookware !

p/s all you guys can come over to have dinner ! ((:

(i say i dont want to get married ah, is fake one.)

my house, is gonna be very gorgeous and homely.

hahaa when i end up in a 4room toapayoh apartment with mismatched furniture from the suburban shops, 2 annoying brats who pee on my head, and big chinese woks in a too-small kitchen, i reserve the right to laugh at myself.

anyhow after lunch we battled the bugismarket maze and didnt get much -actually we didnt get anything cos i was broke, and consequentially miserable and giamsiap; my cousin was tired, and consequentially picky and giamsiap. then i slept over, and i really miss having someone to mother me. someone who cooks and asks and gossips and fusses and makes the very same insane statements and just does so much domestic hen-clucking. it was just really, really nice. sometimes you think youre all settled and had broken out of a mould, then you realised all youd done was to push it all to some corner. i think it never would “heal” because its not really a damage, but a cavity. and cavities, theyre not as bad as damages so its okay. it just aches once in awhile then it goes away and all is good again.