Oh, Roxannee ♥.
on the face of it,

i'm kooky.


like a coffin nail ;



i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped. arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me.

11:38 PM, I KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN BETWEEN ARMS SOMEWHERE
Saturday, July 12, 2008

ahhhh. SUP?

pretty appetizing stuff.

and its cooked!
the usual.

the cream paste.
how COULD they taste that thing like THAT? eeee, guys.


it looks familiar. aite, i wont be rude. you KNOW what it looks like right?


choc chips are nice.

I woke up today specially early to accompany my mum to the supermarket to shop for milk and juices to stock up the fridge. Milk and juices specifically. And i had a light lunch in the process too. Ehem, ah, HAH. I've done it fasha, ruz. Aite then, chill. Dont be mad, dont sulk. Have a sense of humour if you know its YOU im talking about. :D

Well, with fasha and ruz's honeyed words, they convinced my mummy they would take care of me and make sure i'll be a good girl and not do what i did before. I managed to sneak out with them and shopping for cookies turned out to be such fun. We went to SP NTUC to get Hershey's Chocolate Chips, and that was where i got the Chocs crushed. It wasnt me, really. I was paying for the damn thing and that uncle in front of me apparently had a large box of fan he was buying. Okay, WAH, got FAN AH. Fine, big deal. I placed the Chocolate Chips on the counter to take out my wallet. In the process, that uncle slammed his box of fan ON TOP OF MY DARLING CHOCS. I literally shouted, "OI!" And he turned, startled. That same moment, i lifted that damn fan and slammed it down again, after rescuing my darling chocs. They werent mashed up, thank goodness. But that uncle got a glare from me. Who asked you to slam your fan on my stuff? Thats what you get. HAHA.

So we headed to Ruz's vacant crib to start our Baking. Haha. Yeah, we bake. It was crazy. With fasha's kecoh-ness, she poured in the flour without even asking if it was okay. It WASNT okay. Cos we had to make the cream and the flour in different places, and she poured the flour INTO the cream place. HAIYOH. We started again, and all was awesomely crazy and weird and zany but great. It turned out awesome, although we baked the cookies for half an hour instead of 15 minutes. Who cares? It tasted nice. And i know it was because we put waaaaaaay too much Choc Chips. If we sell them? GREAT LOSS SIAL.

After that, at 7, we headed to Sbwg park to chill and relax with our newly baked cookies. Oh, and FORGOTTEN potato chips (we forgot to bring them with, haha). Saw a BEEE, whose attention turned to us when fasha smartly claimed THAT word aloud. HAHA, its funny the way they all turned to us and stared. Chill, we were just goofing guys.

I am exhausted. I dread monday. I am sick. School kinda sucks. I hate it. I love life though. I am happy. I am full. Thanks to cookies. Yipee yay yo! Okay. Good night guys. Okay, best. :D

when someone says no, it doesnt mean they dont want you. most of the time, even under normal circumstances, they are just too afraid to say yes.