It is 4.35am right now and last night, i think, was the drunkest i've ever been. I think my hangover has started already. I look forward to waking up. At 10am for my hair appointment at 12pm. Best of luck, Vera. I love you. Kisskiss.

Typey Type Type.

I have realised, with a rush of blood to the head and an exhilarated flurry of fingers, that i can type without looking at the keyboard. Oh happy day.

Now if only i can type without making a mistake on every word.

My Illustrious Baking Career.

I would like to quite school and bake all day, please?

I spent the whole day today baking French Butter Cookies. They weren't too bad i think. Good things to eat with a glass of milk not by themselves because they contain a tablespoon of butter in each cookie. Not kidding.

The illustriousness of my baking career doesnt come cheap. My hands are paying the price of my consumption of yummy things. I have dried up hands from washing the heaps and heaps of cutlery/plates/pots/pans/bowls/baking sheets, three cuts on my fingers (one from cutting apples, two from the serrated edge of the roll of plastic wrap), and a viciously throbbing blister from touching the inside of the oven by accident.

How I Have Been Occupying Myself Lately.

It is with excessive measures of glowing pride that i present to you my latest accomplishment in all it's dazzling sticky glory. Behold, French Apple Tart:















I like it very much. I shall make one for you when i get back to Singapore if youre nice to me and buy me presents. haha.

Here are other - i just realised - not so good pictures i took of the house and of today's dinner.

I Wish, I Wish, I Wish, I Wish for This:

Pleeease?

Alyssa's Birthday.

Holy Crap it's boiling! I need a fan! or a small private pool! or an army of little people with nice breath blowing air at me. Stupid living on the fourth floor and burning our brains out of our skulls! I'm going to burst like an overcooked sausage and spill my roasted guts all over my feet.

Eee. Why did i say that.

Anyhoo, here are pictures from Alyssa's bday. We have a bday tradition thing where if it's your bday, you buy dinner instead of being the one to be treated. It's all fair in the end. Alyssa made pizzas for us. They did not exist long enough to have their picture taken. One of Alyssa's sisters had the Wii video game thing, so after being stuffed full of pizza, we virtual-boxed each other to death. Part of the fun is watching people box because you dont know how stupid you look when you box with the Wii controllers. For this reason, i strategically blocked the accumulation of evidence that i looked silly while boxing, by stuffing my camera into my butt pocket out of reach of the guys. A great tactical move. ahem. Although I did get footage of Jerome and Vincent boxing. They looked like very bad Dance Dance Revolution dancers. It was delightful. Alyssa's sister made her a cake. It was the mostest prettiest, psychedelic, colourfullest cake in the world. And it was gooood.


































































































































The End.