her hair smelled of smog – the signature heady scent of shanghai.
hi, he said as the door opened. there was an air of vague trepidation in his apartment – the curtains too tightly drawn for the time of the day, the place too clinically clean for a bachelor’s pad, and the dog too quiet in [...]
Entries from September 2009
September 29, 2009
haven
September 22, 2009
sigh
bacon is so fucking tasty. i could eat it everyday with bread for breakfast.
except there is not an iota of nutrient in it.
if only someone would invent bacon flavoured vegetables.
September 22, 2009
dim sum
if there’s only one word to describe m – it would be juicy.
he looks his juiciest when he is asleep face-down, that’s when his butt cheeks stick out like twin peaks and it takes alot of effort on my part to not grab it, despite the fact that he finds it annoying that i enjoy [...]
September 17, 2009
vanity thy name is woman
it’s a great joy to be able to apply my twice weekly masks and lie down on my bed with the air conditioner set at a comfortable 25 degrees.
it’s even greater a joy to peel off the mask to reveal a dewy radiance! heh heh heh.
this is my masking regime-
1. exfoliate with skin inc’s pure [...]
September 16, 2009
2 days late
two days ago we celebrated our first year together.
i baked some sugar cookies for him with lame pink royal icing, and as usual my baking skills were my undoing, and the cookies ended up hard as rocks. hmmmm. i think i’ll never have a successful bake in my life, owing to my failure to stick [...]
September 15, 2009
hello
okay since i’m battling insomnia thanks to the very bad idea of having an americano and a cappuccino at 2pm (i am extremely sensitive to caffeine, however i am ashamedly dependent on it in the mornings), i might as well blog.
of late, i’ve been incessantly worried about trivial matters that shouldn’t be bothering me at [...]
September 6, 2009
houston, we have a (familiar) problem
“-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually
becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting
90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s
laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little
bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the
only [...]