Thursday, September 4, 2008


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.




Wednesday, August 20, 2008




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.









Monday, August 11, 2008


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??!



Sunday, July 27, 2008



"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."



Saturday, July 26, 2008

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.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008


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.