ok. pineapple tarts baking was kinda boring but enjoyable. yup. i guess part of that can be attributed to staying up till 5 am the previous night after tennis, munchkins( which i'm totally a pro in...wahahaha), and late night supper at geylang. totally going to get back to geylang one fine day with erik and we can get the duck tongue to go with lovely red wine. now...there's a friend with common taste in many things. maybe cause it's just hongky to be picky and all.


which goes to the point of...why be so bothered? when you're so bothered maybe you're just making your own life miserable. maybe it's time to take it easy. change priorities. had enough of living in imaginary silences. needing to vacumn myself from reality. enough of sleepless nights in my own bunk. going to sleep at kaiyi's bed all the way!...hurrays. it worked on wednesday night at least. some sleep!


as i type this entry i can't help but wonder how can i enjoy spamming others online so much with ck when my blog here's a joke. haha. it's freaking filled with thoughts and reminders to myself that repeat and repeat. wow. like that fateful canto song. pathetic. self pity? yuck.


maybe pineapple tarts and malibu weren't never meant to be. somethings should just be left the way it is. you might think it's great. but it's all your own wishful thinking. malibu alone is good enough. and so is good old traditional pineapple tarts. don't try to be funny.


Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on evryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way