Sandman?

Edit: 2:59am
I forgot to mention! I'm selling a flat screen monitor at $45 and Black Topshop Pumps at $37 (original price is $73.) Size 6, the smallest.

And I'm the girl with the smallest feet out of the rest, so I don't think anyone is going to buy it. T-T

Edit: 2:33am

My attempt of squishing all the clothes from my sisters luggage to my (horribly ugly) blue wardrobe failed.
There's too many clothes.
Too many GORGEOUS dresses, I've more dresses than Katherine Heigl.

I gave a huge lot to N the other time. I gave her the best of course, some which I would personally wear but just have no space and have probably worn it more than 4 times. Either that or I've not worn it before. I've a tendency of buying things on impulse and at times, end up not wearing them at all. I think this is happening to the bugis vest that sits beside all my dress shirts.

If you want any clothes just Holla, girlfriend.

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The most feared war has come, according to some, it's world war III. You are assigned to a house filled with people whom you don't know.
A beautiful blonde lady with heavy botox, a few Chinese adults, a skinny 15 year old boy who will never get laid and a sexy malay girl who is clearly not Muslim.

Your home for the next few years till the war ends is a flat with a living room and a bedroom. It is hot and sweaty and all you do is stare out of the window while your hands grip on to the metal grill that keeps you and the real world apart. The tension and perspiration increase, you're stuck with a weakened vagina and end up kissing the blonde lady. Her botox scared you for the first 3 seconds but that was how long the kiss last anyway. Next you find yourself in a threesome with a disgusting boy and the sexy malay. It's all too quick and too disgusting, you wake up and find beads on sweat around your pillow. Beside your bed, stands the scrawny boy who insists for your vagina. It's all too quick and you want to barf. Next thing you know, you wake up with relief.

Horribly explicit. But anyway, I'm a teen with raging hormones so that's my excuse, what is yours horny old man?

I spent my afternoon with Cheez today. We had lunch at Jaan, a french restaurant on the 70th floor. I had a $70 voucher to spend but ended up paying $45 more after our meal. I had the most expensive bottle of Evian water. It was intimidating and quite horrible altogether. I apologise for taking you there, Sarah, you deserve only $5 burgers and a huge coke. That's where we belong and you know it.

Headed home after making 4 rounds at Raffles city basement. Things are coming to place and I feel like I'm in a routine.
Like Ann said, we're all in a routine without realising. Be it staying at home or going out. It's a routine but then again, we do find comfort in the familiar.



I need a hair cut which Cheez does not approve (not like it matters so much since hair grows out, yes?) and I need to fold the clothes in my sisters luggage so that my room will look nicer.

With all those shits aside that does not involve any emotions. I've been inspired! Oh the eyedear of a comic maybe coming up. It'll hit you in the face and you'll go.. Whaaaat... Most based on real life stories (c'mon Pure lesbians make good sex slaves has inspired me in so many different ways. )
I'm almost done with the story line now it just needs to get illustrated which I feel will be tiring.
Being the slow-sloth-snail-like me, just only today did I realise that the same photoshop license can be shared with 3 different people. So that means I'm going to install it into my lousy huge block headed monitor.




On another note, there's a party at my place on Sunday 7.30pm.
It's for Dolly and DD who's gone so we're gonna mourn and shit.
E, M, Eme, N, C, T and whoever is invited.
You can only come if you're going to be friendly to the Beautiful, gorgeous and superbly funny Dolly who is from Australia by the way.
She's cute and cynical.
Please RSVP via my tag board.

P.S: C believes that she's a walrus + elephant + hippo = Walpophant. Oh wait, now she believe she is a sloth too, so it's Walpophanth.

Xox
your host; VV