Milk, Water, Coffee, Love?

filled with artistic jargon to the brim.

: "And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke."

to find a suitable reason to be happy.

that the custard in the custard puff tastes funny. Oh it must be because it's been in my bag for a few days already.

what it would take for them to suddenly declare an extra week of holidays on Sunday night. Yes, I am still at it.

like a specimen on a conveyor belt that leads to the guillotine.

fantasizing about post-CT days... *-*

be mugging overnight @ siglap macs with melinda ;D

going to sleep now, ONLY because she is too hungry to do anything else.