cliche much

last night/morning i watched planes take off just mere fences away and fell asleep listening to the sound waves made crashing crashing crashing. it was amazing. sore bum, sprained finger and all.

everyday machiam fighting war.

but today i lagi gungho, wage jihad against dust and the sibei dua lump/pile/mountain of used clothes.

why i lose?

never wear lucky underwear la. 

papadam please!

ever since jl became a parttime lover fulltime nsman (hahaha?) i've been re-reading the Artemis Fowl series and doing A LOT of housework. not to mention getting fat. eating a microwaved pizza spoon-style! like on my birthday (:

anws been working on an exponentially expensive scrapbook and im pretty darn satisfied with how its looking. saw a cross stitch project that is soooooooooo chio must buy! and prove to everybody that deb can sew (cue ian can cook -.-). actually thts the only useful thing that PL thought me. i remember we had to embroider pillow cases.

NO MORE 45cent busrides. found myself thinking that if i re-did As i'd have one more yr of cheap travel fare. intelligent much???????

k i really feel like eating pratahouse kambing fried rice.