ling's super belated birthday dinner at giraffe. 270706, thursday. [whose food isn't that fantastic, if you're wondering. A- for ambience though]

happy happy ling with our gift. haha.

the gift!

angel. ling. edna.

myself and clive.

oooh. all together now!

*bling bling*

no you're not dreaming. my camera's got this misty effect function? uber coolness!

misty mode again!

sans misty mode.

and some random pics. lol.

clive the punk looking erm, punk'ish with his mohawk.

yes. and we now have narcissistic edna! obviously looking happy playing with my camera. hahaha.

and for photoshopped photos [i was too lazy to!], please proceed to miss narcissistic's.

this week i...

1. met my bb mates for some chill out session ala mats.
2. had my long overdue haircut! looked damn atas.
3. took digital passport sized photos [completed with touch up!] which turned out mannequinly fake.
4. talked excitedly to mel regarding our tertiary plans. it will happen! allez allez!
5. inhaled deeply after this fat stinko from a girls school alighted. biatch.
6. stared at this lady who blatantly cut the queue right in front of me! [she caught my stare and innocently asked me if the queue's for bus 190 or 307. illiterate?!]
7. baked brownies with my secret recipe for my colleagues. c'etait tres bonne! [right nick?]
8. was a good singaporean. helped a blind woman to her seat!
9. am feeling rich. allez allez faire du shopping!
10. went people-watching around campus.
11. end my contract with lasalle.

boohoohoo...

you go out of the hairsalon looking like a million dollars. heads turn as you walk down orchard road. you feel damn happy. and so you decide to immortalize that whole outta-salon-hair by taking photos. not just normal photos, but the kind where the shop will touch up for you okay? flawless skin and all. so yes. you're still happy.

the day after, you wake up, hair looking like some birdnest misplaced from burkina faso. but you think it's okay, that outta-salon-hair is achievable. so you bathe and blow dry your hair the same way your stylist did it. you even bought the hair clay thinking it'd bring you a step closer to achieving that vava-voom hair. but you try and you try and you're nowhere near the outta-salon-hair. pissifying.

why do hairstylists always work magic on your hair! why can't we all achieve the same effect?! oh my gawdddddd.