I just like how that photo turned out.

Is LSE in Malaysia? She's not answering my SMSes.

I'll blog something substantial real soon. Till then, I'm a nutcase trying to learn Chinese through watching non-English-subtitled Taiwanese variety shows.

I want to watch You Don't Mess With The Zohan, doesn't everybody?

I'm a bundle of crap rolled up, then squished into a lump of joy.

Sometimes I like now messy my hair looks in the morning. And sometimes, my hair looks so flat after it dries naturally I think I got an insta-rebond.

My holidays have been fun, to say the least, and now I need to do the homework I haven't even touched.

That is, after I get a barbeque over and done with, swallow up the charcoal and splash water on the fire. Obliterate the litter and make sandcastles.

And then stop talking like the Singlish using person I am and start using a good, British-American accent, if that even is possible. Who am I trying to kid? My Singlish is embedded in my brain.

I suppose I could try and improve my vocabulary, stop spouting words I don't understand and start spewing incomprehensible intellectual rubbish, if that even makes any sense.

I think I'm going bonkers, I see double all the time, which makes me especially happy when there's money on the table.

Must be all the Vodka, Gin and Whiskey I've been downing into my system.

Who am I kidding? A sip of wine and my life's topsy turvey.

Don't try to interpret anything I'm saying.

I'm getting a year older in T-minus 5675770986734532763 minutes.

Yea, I actually counted.

Honest.