On the 31st of October,
just that fateful day,
witches and ghouls haunt the earth
trick and treating still stays.

pumpkin heads evily carved,
cauldrons boiled with slime
bloodthirsty draculas frankenstein starved
in this halloweentown prime.


well folks, Happy Halloween!
did you hear the wolves howl?

a day in the life of a barista.

so this was how our deepavali holiday was spent.
work has been a brisk, with double pay:D

wasn't expecting much customers but sales managed to hit 800 over when a sudden downpour came and people just wanna sit indoors and sip their coffees. so yay.

we had a great BUTT-KICKING time as well.
and yeah thanks for the even greater example:
by the way, nice ass junnal :P

i feel like strawberry puree soaked in the glistening clear alcoholic mix of champagne.

went to osage gallery at ps for an art exhibition today as recommended by weebee here.
her lovely friends were there too! and so were some of the 23 artists who presented their works there.

it was a simple exhibition opening, with wine, reception, interested visitors and de' artists!

wb's new sneakers: aren't they the prettiest! bammm.

and the most outstanding art work i assumed casted upon the white walls!

filipino artists are really full of art flair, we even spoke to one of the artists by the name of louis i think, and he was nice and all:]

went to gwc's spinelli later for a drink. oh and we are so wishing that we could celebrate halloween here in singapore, trick and treating, ghosts and ghouls. it would be so.much.fun.

it was the longest day at school today and will always be every thursdays.

ros let us know our attachments! gosh, i dont even know where the heck hongkong street is but well, i guess, landscape design could be something interesting to get my hands on to.

ooh fify and me had fun watching chris crocker's youtube videos in the studio as well.
haha after all, happiness is just a hair flip away!

man, i get influenced fast.

and once again, happy belated birthdays to yvonne and manuel! :]

the first week at school had been both a blast and a bore.
and im actually happy with the way things are haha. not really the wierd school hours though, im still getting used to it.
anyway we went for a trip down to the Asian Civilisations Museum on Monday afternoon with mr yow leading us there.
the excursion was just to let us observe the site and surroundings in each section or so i think.

here i am bobbing to some bollywood music from the south asia section!
fens and me:]

the insane asses aint got nothing to do in the coach.

my lovely groupmates, maria and mimi! and my most lovely lovely class which i love a plenty plenty.

ct and phat lookin' gooooddd.

the acm lookin' goooddd as well though its pretty much the same. mr yow here declaring the facts.

and here's my class with a seemingly interested pretence haha

im so looking foward to next tues's site trip to changi terminal 3! airplanes here i come :D

ive never felt as disappointed and despondent as this.
ive never felt like such a letdown.
ive never felt this controlled.
ive never felt with such a disbelief.
ive never felt this demoralised.
ive never felt this fustrated.
ive never felt like the road down is bleak.
ive not teared for almost a century.

and just by a single incident, a single discontinuation, a single conversation, a single confrontation, a single visit, an argument, a white lie, a breakaway from training, ends it all. these "never felt"s just came crashing like an open wave into my open wounds.

yes, it was the ivp race today. at gombak stadium, eugene smsed us reminding us to be in the school's north canteen by 11.30am when i remembered i couldnt even participate.
it was way disappointing how things turned out. my first ever race, and though i was not the actual runner, i was still honoured with being a reserve. and i was given the greater honor of being part of the relay. but all hopes went down after im not allowed to be on track by the nutritionist and by mum.

perhaps i brought it upon myself.
but all i needed was some assurance, but my own kin doesnt even believe a single word i say i guess. im still filled with doubt in the end.

i was affected the whole day at work thinking bout not being able to be there on the track racing against time, and cheering my track mates on.

i may not be the fastest runner.
but i am a determined runner.

i may be lying through my teeth,
but it was a white lie, and i didnt want to cause any worries nor any fears.

i may be working way too hard,
but im living it well.

i may be weak and away from my dearest kin,
but im healthy and i do care.

will you still believe me now?