Hey There Delilah x Plain White T's

And alas, Spurs lost to Man United, undoubtedly due to the extremely biased referee-ing... but then again, Robinson was being the now off-form blundering twat he turned into nearing the end of last season... so, yeah. Oh well, many more matches to look forward to, I suppose.

The holidays are here and so far, I've gone shopping and completed a few more novels, rushing the completion for Zann's posters and I even managed to babysit Rifqy, who weighs tons more than your average 6 month old should... and who took a stinking dump right after I changed his pee-heavy diapers. Phoooey!

That was my first dump-filled diaper change, mind you and needless to say, I panicked.
I looked at him and asked, "Why now!? Can't you hold it till you get home?!" and all he did was look back at me straight in the eye... sizing me up, probably thinking what a loser aunt I was, not being able to change just one stinky diaper.

I'll save you all from all the gory details and all I've got to say is that consuming nothing else but milk for the first 6 months you exist in this world gives you green poop.

High waisted pants are all the rage.

And I'm so craving for authentic makes-your-lips-lipstick-red mee kuah, the sun and the sea.

MAY SPURS BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF MAN UNITED TONIGHT.

To Dare is to do!

From the Ritz to the Rubble x Arctic Monkeys

You can't enjoy the highs, unless you have lows.

I can't wait.
11 days more.

And just one more module before term break!

Another Perfect Day x American Hi-Fi

Friday marked the end of Principles of Digital Media Design, and undoubtedly, I feel kinda sad.

The rushing through of Freehand and Photoshop to meet the 2.30 p.m deadline, by which we have to have an A3 hardcopy of our pieces up on the walls, the hectic photo editing during days we have to do photography... and dealing with Cavvy's pretty ah-beng-ish English.
It's all good fun at the end of the day =)

On another note, the month of Ramadhan (read: FASTING!) is drawing nearer and nearer.
It commences officially on the 13th of September, and my 3-day-week new semester commences on the 17th of that same month.
Not too bad, I suppose.

I'm currently in the midst of "paying back" the days that I didn't fast last year.
4 days down, 5 more to go... and I thank Han for putting up with me and for the circumstances that comes along with fasting...

Just one more semester to go and I'm officially a polytechnic graduate.
What do I do from there? Where do I go? Do I really want to enroll myself into a University?

So many questions and I'm not sure where I can find the answers.

And and and... I want this!!
All wrapped and white.

Ipod Gift Wrapping

And as you can see, I'm oh-so-very random.

Okaaaaaaay, Rifqy's giggling to himself on his play mat... Let's go see what's up.

Wherever You Will Go x The Calling

And so....

Final Year Project I is over =)
Santosa wasn't as intimidating as we all expected him to be either, which is great.
Finally, a short break before the horror that is FYP II begins.
Well done, ladies *hugs for everyone*

Life has been just absolutely... great =)

From the friends in class who make PBL a lot more bearable...
...to the one who forces you to take photos with them (as depicted below).
...to JUICE magazine, who did an exceptionally splendid and brilliant job with their latest August issue.[Go get your JUICE, it's free(cos according to them: "Money is eevil") and its amazingly good too.]


...and finally, to Han who just attempted to sing finished singing Only One by Lifehouse.



*I adore you, lover.
I guess you're the only one left standing when everything else goes down.


Picture of FYP team credited to : Lalalalalaaaaaa

Empty Apartments x Yellowcard

FYP presentation's this Wednesday.
Somewhere in E2 Level 4....


We'll smoke it, ladies,.. Don't doubt it.
Now, stop killing each other.

Take Me Away x Lifehouse

For taking up so many pages of my diary.
For seeing me home 5-7 days a week.
For the times you've held me close when I cried.
For times you swept the hair away from my eyes,kissed my forehead & told me everything's okay.
For the 4.8125 semesters we've spent knowing each other.
For the 17 months together.
And for so many things you've done for me and with me.

I've no idea what else to say to you but, "i love you so,so much, dear"

♥♥♥