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if this pain au chocolat(chocolate croissant) is anything to judge my box of (24)macarons by then i'd probably die and go straight to dessert heaven the moment i take my first bite.

I highly recommend Laduree for your dessert fantasies and sweet fixes on your next trip to Paris! Along Champs Elysees bout 100m fr the double-storeyed Louis Vuitton.
A perfect 10 on the yum! scale.

christmas is coming, christmas is coming !

Am i dreaming?
You're gonna wake up and still find me beside you.

Bimbo's 5-Step Elopement Plan

(an inspired story)

Step 1:
Fly to Vegas!
(beg, borrow or steal;any means possible)

Step 2:
Get boozed!
(budget = beer, splurge = bubbly)

Step 3:
Stumble to the nearest chapel.
(Elvis impersonator prefable)

Step 3a:
(optional)
Rings!!
Forgot them in your hurry? No matter. Coinslot machines only require a quarter for your cute to boot wedding bands.

Step 4:
Kiss the bride.

Step 5:
Make your way up to your honeymoon suite...

bimbo's kodak moment

Customer: " Are you doing a drink service?"

Bimbo's interpretation: "You're doing great service."

Bimbo's reply: "Why thank you sir.."

Customer: ???

No wonder he gave me such a patronizing look.

People still actually visit my old blog ?
on a random whim i went to check up on the tracker account i set up for the old blog and guess wot, it still gets regular hits!
how weird.
it's been abandoned since january and i made it quite clear on my last post, i was giving it up.
I kinda cracked up reading my old entries. Unbelieveable how much of an airhead i used to sound like. That being said, i kinda miss playing up the whole 'bimbo' role as well.
Here's picture evidence of me and cheebye's night out when he was here last month.

sira describes it as,

"You put your hand into the flames,
it stings,
you reel back.
You take months to recover,
you hurt for so long.
Now it's fine,
your hand has healed,
leaving a tiny scar as a reminder.
Still you stare at the flames once again,
contemplating.
You know for a fact that it'll hurt,
yet you inevitably falter,
you reach forward to touch it..."

This time it's different i swear.
Thanks to the kimchi i bought back yesterday, my fridge smells like someone's burped into your face everytime it's open. Smells like someone's burped AND sprayed mists of stomach juice into your face.
gross..

melancholic maldives + shoreditch shuffle

Rule 1:
No smoking in the bug.
Rule 2:
No food to be consumed while riding the bug(save for gum).
Rule 3:
No peeing into empty Starbucks cup whilst sitting in the bug.

perfect little alley to spend an afternoon lazily strolling.

the most perfect sunflower ever. Period.

perfect mix of manly + goofy.
mcdonalds perfect little sponsor.

perfectest packed planned pulled-off picnic of all time.

pretty perfect picture, don'tcha think?

perfectly wasted.

we used to have P.E. twice a week. Tuesdays and thursdays. So i'd wear a bra twice a week.
i miss my cottony soft pink bra. Wore it to death. By the time i was done with it, it was in shreds.
Didn't do much in the support department by then either.
And contrary to Karol's notoriously flamboyant stories, i didn't pull off my bra and start waving it about in Chest hair Chan's chem class.
I think it was in Servos's english class.
Which then launched her lecture(very beneficial life lesson i must admit) on the importance of wearing a comfortable supportive, right-fitting bra. I clearly remember the part where she proclaimed that in due time even singlet-clad small boobies would start sagging.
Gravity hasn't worked it's magic here yet thankfully.

Bimbo: but but....i like only take it off after P.E. period what??

Nas: sometimes you'll take it off when it's hot.
Nas: AND put it in your projectshop MESH bag??!

"it's still raining. Don't you think it's urging us to hug..."


"My point is, if i died today you'll be sad and you'd grieve.
But if you died today, i'd die too."

donations to the Kate Spade fund pays off.

mine mine mine!
All fucking mine!!
Impulsive, yes i'll admit that. But the glee, the goosebumps, the warm fuzzy feeling; priceless.






Wild daisies growing by the side of the road in zurich. Pretty.

I sit across you on the tiled floor. Something gets caught at the back of my throat. I find myself wanting nothing more.
Nothing more than to sit here in this moment.
Cold tiles.
You.
Me.
With paperhearts in the background.

matchstick boy

Looks like you now officially have a page in my book. And you've also had a year of my life, 2007 was unrivalledly yours.

But what i failed to mention earlier though was, that you also have a drawer. A drawer in my bookshelf. Filled solely with your letters, your artwork, your heart.
And mine.

daily dose of randomness

we sat by the side of the skating rink, taking a breather. That's when we noticed the lady sporting the obvious baby bump. She had with her another 2 toddlers on hand.

yours truly: 'they're prolly like the good christian sort. Non-believers in contraceptives..'
gris: 'huh.. isn't that China?'

On a whim we walked into a petshop and bought ourselves a roborovski hamster each. Bush and Forrest. Hers, mine respectively.
Glaring at Forrest running frantically in his wheel.
gris: "wah yours like on some fitness programme."

later in the evening our semi-vegetative bodies litter kim's living room area, Bubbles and Little Britain blares in the background.
Kim upon noticing nas's badly band-aided feet.
"omg nas. Did you tread through a minefield or something."
Nas: "New shoes."

who's got it ??!
come on, own up. I've turned my room inside out and i still can't find it.
It's for kim.
my Great Spy - Flower Show Riots.


no.
This time i didn't leave it in some dewd's car.
Gimme back !!!!
*pouts

hit me with something that is real.
with something more,
something i can feel.
and with an arrow in my heel,
i will fall.

greek grandeur; Mykonos

take the plunge. or run.

2 years has passed but it feels like just yesterday we were in our white jumpers, flying down the slide rafts. 'Brace Brace! stay down stay down'.

Tobes got hitched last night. He sang that silly song by Adam Sandler, "....i'll get you medicine when your tummy aches, build you a fire when the furnace breaks..". Diabetically sweet, it nearly reduced me to tears.

I generally don't like weddings. Gives people ample opportunity to pose the, "When's your turn?" question. Or at least enquire about your commitment level. Or lack thereof.

If we all came with a warning label attached, mine would read,

"Not engineered for commitment."

It's late. I can't sleep.
Distracted by Ironman on telly.
So many things i wanna do to Mr R. Downey Jr. None of it publishable.
Staring at the 6's Value Pack of Rainbow cardamon-flavoured evaporated milk.
The plan is to bring it back home to whip up a, i quote -'fucking power'- unquote batch of marsala tea. And if all goes well, if sheer willpower pulls me out of bed in approx 8 hrs time, if i manage to maneuver successfully around the city centre and find my way to Krispie Kremes, if all goes well, we'll have an awesome combination of marsala tea and donuts on friday evening.
Whee!
Everyone's invited!



why can't i pack all of you into my check-in bag each time i leave?

There's only so many times you can visit the blue mosque(Sultan Ahmed Mosque) and go 'phwoah.' Weather was perfect so Marc and i headed down to the poolside instead. Hello bronze summer goodbye pasty winter.
i swear it felt like we walked a distance equivalent to the stretch of the ECP, but boy the rewards we reaped was nothing short of amazing. A birds eye view of Istanbul. Breath-taking. So much so i refused to snap a shot of it with phony pieces of technology that wouldn't/couldn't quite catch every ounce of awesomeness. If i'd gather enough balls one day, i'd hang glide from that exact spot. Operative word: 'one day'.
Today, my lack of balls(non-literal) was displayed, quite openly actually. Go on laugh. I do alot of talking but when it comes down to it i'm the first one to shrink away.
There are times you'd stumble upon a social scene where a red-faced girl, trying miserably to scamper away, to free herself of her friends vice-like grip, is violently thrown into some dewd's path, like completely in his face. Like, "Here! Have her she's all yours.". And she stands there deliberating whether to hike her skirt up and start running the other direction or to salvage the situation by making small talk, only she'll stammer incoherently for the next 5 minutes.
I'm that girl.
Bertram. That cute tennis guy. Rachel's cousin back in primary 5. Jamal(Thank you again halim).
Dear Guy Up There, when will i grow some balls ?
Today i relived yet another one of those traumatic experience. I won't go into details but Mr 17K will probably remember me for a long time to come. For all the wrong reasons. gah.
Thank you Marc. Thank you Vanessa. May your lives be filled with laughter, at my expense.

we jumped

Vesak Day 2008. Nostalgia. We headed down to the open field adjacent to my place.
Daddy + 3 of us doofuses. Shared 2 bikes between us.
Had a 'throw-pieces-of-rubble-at-stacked-drink-cans' competition.
Dared each other to ride without holding the handlebars.("Look Ma! No hands!!")
Raced. Cartwheeled. Laughed with abandon.
Got all sticky and sweaty.
Tried to climb the tree, got nowhere near the shortest branch.
Goofed off.
Mouthed off at the neighbourhood perv.
Good fun in all.
Liberation.

maybe i'll catch fire

That didn't require a reply.
Poetic hum drum.
She understood.
No one does.
No one says it right.
No one fills that pause with nothing.
No one fills that space.
Nothingness per se.
Tonight i wouldn't want it any other way.
Tomorrow you'd want more.
Dread fills this void.

my sunday afternoon was spent cleaning out my closet. Rusty, my oldest friend(i've had him with me since i was a 2yr-old toddling around) was pleased with my A&F donation.

i have 5 mins so here goes..

Bimbo's Dinner Menu 15th April Two Thousand & Eight.

Shrek Soup for starters.
Followed by baby spinach salad with apple cider vinaigrette dressing.
For the main event we have Nandos Chicken(homemade of course) with golden roasted potatoes.
Giotto chocolate rules the dessert course.

Dinner is served at 7.30pm.

last night

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You know a date went well when you wake up the next morning grinning silly to yourself.

i smell like a baby whore cum big haired tai tai.

There's like a miserable quarter of an inch of perfume left in the bottle of Chanel *eeks!

The upside:

My vintage bag(and all its' content) will smell lovely for the next month or so.

Inspired by Will Farrell, i'm gonna go to work tmr(more like 3 hours fr now) standing in front of the crew, i will recite my newly-acquired motto,

'Everybody Love Everybody'

If only the world could be ruled by mottos such. We'd all revert back to Hare Krishna and flower/weed power. The world would see heaps more smiles.

My cat's got an eating disorder. He binge-eats then pukes. Initially i figured it was hairballs and those normal kitty issues, then after much scrutiny i noted how he only pukes after he binges. First round of biscuits. Nothing. Second serving of treats. Puke.

Guilt gets to my kitty. He's bulimic.

My nails haven't got their second coat of laquer yet.

But I gotta start getting ready for work now.

Cab rides and nail polish don't exactly go hand in hand.

Looks like i don't exactly have other options.


Today was fun. Silly pictures. Silly antics. Silly movie. Silly fun!

playing miss kensingtons for the day

Ever get that feeling where you've got so much to say you're practically bursting at the seams yet can't quite word all that massive energy overhaul?

Thus today verbal regurgitate will be replaced with that of the visual instead.