SULKING AND PLAY-DOUGH.
Saturday, December 22, 2007, 12:01 pm
Whatever lah, cheebye. Make so much noise. I blog one little paragraph about you and you make so much noise. Oh yeah. Maybe I should not scold you. At least, I think you listened to me and stay home and sulked. That explains your sucky attitude. Thanks for being so obedient. But, I don't think I have a cookie to spare. What to do, I don't eat dog food and I don't have a dog at home. Maybe you can pass me one, so I can feed you with it. But, no award for you presently, cheebong.
Oh yeah. I promised pictures. Many pictures in fact. More than 5 is more, since I have no habit of attaching pictures in my post. I will try to post more pictures. I think pictures are interesting. Like some show their ugly and fat bodies in pictures they think are 'oh-so-nice'.
I said I was heading out for Crumpler. Yes yes. Bought a crumpler. *eyes-glittering* (Aiyah, whatever lah. I say eyes glitter and so they glitter. Make some more noise and you can go hide in the toilet.) Didn't expect myself to pick the 22litres one. But yeah. I can smuggle a pillow in the bag and bring to the lecture hall. Get jealous. I can sleep in lecture halls, you don't.
So yes, this is the one I got. Of course, this is the front.
This is the back.
Nice huh? I think this is the greatest Christmas ever.
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I promised pictures of the ice-milk, or so I called it to be. Look like its got some class within huh? Metal tubs. Gold-coloured. See the big white heart? Its Wall's.
Oh, did I say that the ice-milk look like play-dough. See the plastic on top. And how the ice-milk sticks to the plastic. I had been eating play-dough.
See the awful shade of purple. Maybe if you like it, you can let the whole thing melt and place your white shirt within for a day. But you do it with your own ice-cream. This is mine. And how to get this kind of purple ice-cream? Take a plane to Manila International Airport. Walk around. Look out for Wall's ice-cream. Make a purchase and take a plane back. Hope your pilot is cool and awake.
The mango play-dough.
Half-eaten mango play-dough.
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Unfair.
Do you notice, or rather should I say, I just noticed, that the yam play-dough got 3 cups of milk. But the mango play-dough got 2. So unfair. I think because of the word 'Royale', making it more high-class, so more milk.
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Anyway, I will blog later again. My inspiration comes to me when I am not sleeping in the deadly hours of the wee. Continue to sulk at home, love.
Oh yeah. I promised pictures. Many pictures in fact. More than 5 is more, since I have no habit of attaching pictures in my post. I will try to post more pictures. I think pictures are interesting. Like some show their ugly and fat bodies in pictures they think are 'oh-so-nice'.
I said I was heading out for Crumpler. Yes yes. Bought a crumpler. *eyes-glittering* (Aiyah, whatever lah. I say eyes glitter and so they glitter. Make some more noise and you can go hide in the toilet.) Didn't expect myself to pick the 22litres one. But yeah. I can smuggle a pillow in the bag and bring to the lecture hall. Get jealous. I can sleep in lecture halls, you don't.
So yes, this is the one I got. Of course, this is the front.
This is the back.
Nice huh? I think this is the greatest Christmas ever.
---
I promised pictures of the ice-milk, or so I called it to be. Look like its got some class within huh? Metal tubs. Gold-coloured. See the big white heart? Its Wall's.
Oh, did I say that the ice-milk look like play-dough. See the plastic on top. And how the ice-milk sticks to the plastic. I had been eating play-dough.
See the awful shade of purple. Maybe if you like it, you can let the whole thing melt and place your white shirt within for a day. But you do it with your own ice-cream. This is mine. And how to get this kind of purple ice-cream? Take a plane to Manila International Airport. Walk around. Look out for Wall's ice-cream. Make a purchase and take a plane back. Hope your pilot is cool and awake.
The mango play-dough.
Half-eaten mango play-dough.
---
Unfair.
Do you notice, or rather should I say, I just noticed, that the yam play-dough got 3 cups of milk. But the mango play-dough got 2. So unfair. I think because of the word 'Royale', making it more high-class, so more milk.
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Anyway, I will blog later again. My inspiration comes to me when I am not sleeping in the deadly hours of the wee. Continue to sulk at home, love.
