qlassik: I don't even know where to begin...

Hummer - Foals
I really don't. Because the entire slew of going-ons has been closely consecutive and there's been a severe and disappointingly small amount of seconds reserved for...breathing. But here is a purge, obligatorily and I guess necessary if this rarity of a alternative thinking space would like to survive. And I would like it to. So that when I die, my sole fan can read this as stories from the grave. Trippy.

If it is the year 3000 as you are reading this, my decomposing/decomposed toes say hi from six feet under. Though I do hope mummification has been refined so they don't need to end up as fertilizer. Or even better, IMMORTALITY.

1) Farisya, Princess of Sleep, had a birthday recently. Lucky bitch is 16 and still very far from retirement.

Drew her a card on the taxi ride there. Singapore land transport, you and my handwriting need to be friends. When I want to write "Happy Birthday", I really don't mean a squiggly line across the entire piece of paper.

Chocolate Mint Cupcakes are amayyyyzinnnnnn'.

Green Tea Donut looks like an alien tit.

This is Farah's beagle named Bolivia. Apparently they were watching Ms Universe the night before and the Bolivian contestant was eyeblindingly gorgeous.

Happy birthday, Farisya! ♥

2) Caught up with Zaki over an unhealthy amount of Monopoly Deal and an even more detrimental-to-my-esteem marathon of losing to him.

Amazing graffiti on the bus.

What's for lunch.

THERE'S MUH BOI

I IN UR CAFE, LAUGHING AT UR POSTER

These things are what I imagine Pocky to be if they took drugs and shot themselves with horse tranquilizers every hour or two. They're five times the usual size and look like a clown went all bulimic on them. ILAVIT.