vietnam: strike 2!

my liver is a shrivelled prune. 3 nights of non-stop intoxication + beer for 50 cents a pop. 
alcohol is bad for you, kids. 
while taking in the sights around town i took my phone out, as if by reflex, to type in an sms about the crazy shite i have just witnessed (which includes seeing a [...]

vietnam: strike one!

well well well.
despite the
1) CRAZY no-end to the torrent of motorcycles dominating the roads
2) the HOT weather which even i, a singaporean used to the tropics, am unable to stand (the ibook says its a cool and rainy 24 degrees back in SG. nooooo)
i actually am beginning to like vietnam alot. its lazy in its [...]

distractions

i feel like a kid.
i mean, i actually chuckled to myself and felt my cheeks flush when the hot date nonchalantly grabbed my hand to guide me while crossing a busy junction.
oh and he has nice toned manly arms too. i like! =) *giggles like a 14 year old*
haaa!!
moving on.. i’m moving on.

urge! + random stuffz y’alls

i feel a sudden urge to unravel the emotional distend deep down in the crevasses of this black shrunken prune-like object that is my heart in the form of..
poetry.
ha!
and i think i will, dammit. you don’t have to be rudyard kipling to be a poet.
in fact i will kick it off with a haiku (my [...]

more lolcats

haaaa! just one of the many delightful things the internet has blessed us with.
=)

one step at a time

lolcats keep me sane =)

zen

the next i feel myself spiralling downwards, i must learn to put things into perspective and to quit feeling sorry for myself.
the man sleeping on the pavement of Bedok Central’s walkway – who is he? where is his family? why is he there?
the numerous buskers and beggers lining the same walkway – have they [...]

it’s back

help =(
i was okay in a so-so kinda way just an a hour ago, but i am suddenly wishing that i am home curled up in my bed, and sleep the hauntingly empty years away.
why am i so fucking pathetic to be dealing so lousily with a mere break-up?
i’ve been googling “how to survive a [...]

sigh

still feeling extremely empty =(

quirk? or just plain bizarre?

okay i admit.
whenever i’m alone, i love farting and then feeling a sense of achievement if it turns out to the insanely smelly kind (you know there’s gonna be a major pong when the fart feels wet :p) . ha!
little things like these keeps me sane.