Kooling
Sigh i wish i cld die. It’s been long enough.
Me
I am having a miscarriage. My ovaries fucking hurt.
Kooling
That cheered me up
Me
You’Re welcome
ficus microcarpa
Kooling
Sigh i wish i cld die. It’s been long enough.
Me
I am having a miscarriage. My ovaries fucking hurt.
Kooling
That cheered me up
Me
You’Re welcome
Or otherwise known as What Are We Eating Today, Kooling’s FYP project.
Here’s mine:
9.02am – Gobbled up two Ferrero Roches on my way to work.

11.55am - Breadtalk treat at the office.

12.03pm – Tried a pineapple tart that Rozy made.

1.19pm - Ground nuts start the feast at the Soup Restaurant.

1.20pm – Samsui chicken is messy.

1.21pm – This tofu is super delicious!

1.27pm - Finally everything we ordered was on the table.

5.11pm – Got a bit hungry recuperating at home.

5.42pm – Got a bit carried away with the internets.

5.44pm – Another Ferrero Roche to finish my snack off :D

8.10pm – Pizzahut’s garlic bread is different. Mushroom soup leaves lots to be desired.

8.15pm – Prosperity pizza is only nice at the ‘pillows’, so termed by Ade. Otherwise the crust is hard to cut and the toppings are too sweet.

8.16pm - Spicy chicken wings are palatable.

8.16pm – Some prawn? It was too insignificant to remember the taste.

9.42pm – Desserts at half-price after 9pm at Cartel! Brutally and savagely attacking them. The one on the right is heaven.

10.13pm – Puey and Ade being naughty and ridiculously amused at Super Fatty…

Zee tiem!
Kooling was dead. She was lying in the room, and I didn’t want to go in just yet. I couldn’t.
Took my time preparing the burial food. Had to pack something like pineapple rice into a clothed container with a cat face. After that I had to insert two chopsticks into the base. Brat#1 helped me to hold the container up.
I really didn’t want to go into the room where Kooling’s body lay. The seniors were in the living room chatting over the dining table (I was on the floor a distance away).
After a while I had finished and had no choice but to go into the room. Just as I was distressing over the inevitable, she came out.
I was pretending! she said, cheerfully.
It was then that I cried and cried, calling her a sick bastard.
I’m pretty sure my despondant dreams have something to do with school re-opening next Monday.
Saw this sign outside one of the many toy shops at the top level of PS tonight. I think it’s pretty clever XD

Embarking on Day 3 of Going Out Marathon. I fear for my battered legs and tired eyes.
At least in a few hour’s time I can look forward to stuffing my face with Kooling’s cookies (please grant her the ability to follow recipes, great gods of baking!)[it's actually russian tea cakes, but the pictures look like unbaked cookies to me] instead of the usual walk-till-you-drop wandering about town :D
We talked a lot.
It was nice.
And somehow it amused her when I remarked that her ’sweetheart’, Tony Leung, always shows up on screen as the misunderstood, emo guy. Who has sex.
Which is boring. He is even emo when he has sex.
SOMEONE GIVE HIS FOREVER EMO CHARACTERS PROZAC PLZ.
Very tired. But I love my computer too much to part so soon. Plus I want to drink Milo.
As I tailed behind you on our way to Cineleisure; You were walking quite fast, and so was I, partly because I wanted to catch up with you, and partly because I was meeting Pa for dinner.
To whoever you are, YOU WERE TOO COOL. (So were your bald head and leg tattoos)

What I can remember of my hazy memory space from this evening.
I’d actually wanted to stop you to take your picture, because I thought you were dressed so awesomely I couldn’t possibly let this chance pass by. But then I remembered that I had brought Fatty along instead of Super Fatty. And Fatty takes lousy shots at dim lighting; stopping you to take a blurry photo would have been a waste. And so we parted ways when you entered the building.
Also, To the Malay(?) cyclist in safety helmet and shades who was stuck in the middle of the pedestrian congestion this afternoon outside Borders:
Thank you for smiling back at me (albeit uncertainly) when I broke into a huge grin at your predicament. You totally made my day.
To Kooling, thank you for not killing me today, and for agreeing that I didn’t have to take the kind of crap the shop assistant at Valerie at Far East level 3 considered as ‘customer service’.

Farewell gathering for K.
The funny boy.

Er okay so I need to sleep because I’d be out the whole day starting from morning (Goat project at school and then Yuunsama’s birthday at night), and today I had a great time (a) putting make-up in the dark in Mum’s car while fervently hoping that it hadn’t expired (it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve worn any), (b) getting soaked to the skin with Ade (how romantic, although Ade wanted to kill me for stubbornly wanting to take a bus instead of a cab), and (c) seeing how damn chio Kooling was tonight at her book launch (girl, I want pictures from the event <3).
But I really need to say this: way before all of that, I woke up early and camped at my laptop to register next semester’s subjects – the source of headaches and frustration, and probably nightmares for the past two days.
I was tremendously surprised when my choices were added. Hooray! Next semester I have the required three animation core modules, one Asian Art History 2, and TWO PHOTOGRAPHY MODULES.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.
This means only one exam next April, but it also means 3 daunting animation projects and 2 photography projects by the end of semester. It would probably kill me and Shasha (who has the same timetable as me) but OMG PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!!!
I shall spazz around until I realise that after a few weeks, I’ve spent too much time in the darkroom that I’ve turned a lighter shade of jaundice.
PHOTOGRAPHY!
PHOTOGRAPHY!!! ♥
Okay, so yesterday. Friday. Shit, I want to eat Shasha’s mother’s fried food! *slobbers*
Kyohei didn’t have a handphone, so I stood waiting outside the MRT station for around half an hour, panicking. Some girl came up to me while I was waiting for him, so I removed my ear phones and bent down to ask what was the matter (did she need directions?).
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