for what it might be worth

...I'm sorry...

I know you don't like hearing me repeat it but I want to say it again and again only because I really feel bad about it. It's not that I want you to say you forgive me, or hold my hand and tell me it's alright. I really really feel bad about myself.

Last night, I waited for you, tried my best to stay awake and d othe things I should be doing. And when you called to say that you were heading out with Bubblez, I sat on the bed to answer the call and that was the killer. Decided to wait for your call but forgot about the time to I should call to see how you were. Thought you might be driving still etc, and also simply overlooking the stupid fact that not that much time was needed. I'm sorry...

And after you called me to say you were home, I fell alseep soon. but in that awkward position of half-sitting. Woke up at 6am to find myself thirsty, and lower back aching... sigh... I don't know how else, but I feel a strong need to verbally express how I feel. I honestly don't feel good, I feel I've let you down. I'm sorry...

hide-and-Seek

oh hohoho....

The Great Flips...

Oblivious to an alien object in her room.

Now, the First Mate wonders, just when might she find it? Hmm... though come to think of it, might well be tomorrow already.

I wonder how it feels to have to change the stuffing to jade marbles. By the way, who's supplying the marbles? Hello, anybody there? Hello?

I think the Pooh book is very nice and very cute~~

-lumbers off to chop hapless monsters-

Cock-up with a Cork

Yes... it is definite... I need more practice on wine bottle opening.... lol..... And Yes, I will learn how to do it properly...

Miss you...

Here are, in vivid color and detail, the pictures of disaster...

























































p.s.: for all aspiring bottle openers like me- Do not try to be "giam siap" and buy cheapo corkscrews.... and if possible, get someone to open it for you.

Saturday Dinner

Come this Saturday, I have decided to cook for the gathering. I think it would be nice to have everyone over and talk and eat and drink. It would be alot easier to go home too for everyone lol. Though the menu poses a bit of a problem, wonder what I should cook. I do know however, that since I'm cooking for about 7 people, I should try to keep it simple and easy to cook. Hmmm... interesting... And yes, I shall attempt the pear sorbet again hahahaha...


Menu Planning

1. Potatotes
2. Pasta (carbonara perhaps?)
3. Lemon Tea
4. Loin-wrapped mushroom??

Horrors... just made a walk to the pantry and back and an idea just camw knocking... Shall we..... have nasi lemak instead? Lol... hmmm... interesting.... shall plan....

Menu Planning Part II

1. Nasi Lemak
2. Fried Fish
3. Eggs
4. Hot dogs
5. Hash Brown
6. Stir-fried french beans / bean sprouts

-Operation Soviet Surprise-

1300hrs: Finish meeting as soon as possible.

1330hrs: Pick up flowers discreetly.

1400hrs: Nail appointment at Bugis for Flips & Tiny.

1430hrs: Arrive at Bugis promptly. Search and seek out shop location.

1440hrs: Ambush and wait for Flips.

1500hrs: Happy Happy Happy. Stick on securely to Flips. Do not let go.

This highly dangerous mission must be kept confidential. The safety of the public is of utmost importance. There is only one pooh with the unwashed latex suit who can do this. This operation is important and everything must be swiftly executed. Great Flips must at least smile, I repeat, Great Flips must at least smile. This message is fully incapable of self-destructing. Over and out.

Mein Kampf

I sit here, trapped. It is not unlike a prison cell. The walls are suffocating me, I feel trapped. This incredible amount of noise all around, this detestable sound of footsteps, loud unbearable footsteps.

Yet, it is with this time I get to pen this. I am uncertain how this may interest you but I hope by my writing, I can express my thoughts, and to you I state my beliefs.

This imprisonment is intolerable. I sit here now, unable to, of my own free will, move out of this space I have been assigned. Is there even free will?

I am angry. Very angry. Things are unfair and I do not understand why I have to suffer this pain.

You want to know why or what it is exactly I am suffering from? Let me tell you, my dear friend in this dark dark hour. It is 9:40am as I scribble feebly. It is the hour of recess time. My yellow fur is cold, dry and shrivelled from the hunger. This biting hunger. I need to feed. I believe.