Macintosh
I know what my next gadget will be, an imac G5. Besides running on a godhelpme OS, it is effin gorgeous! I want.... My own computer is swamped with spywares, there is this aurora shit that pops up each time I draw oxygen, I'm thicslose to throwing the whole diseased thing out of the window.
Pink Room Project
Some mtv cribs thing is going on, really motivated to start my project now.
I adore my room cuz you can totally bake yourself in it. It faces the East, that's why...hey, does that mean I'm Juliet? Ahaha ignore please.
My room is also full of things I can put faces on.
Computer (Dad), curtains (Mummy!), some feminist sign + a sparkley disco ball (Pam Sis), Pikachu poster (Pink Jr), stylish lamp with strippy print that totally matches my bedspread (Andy), happy house princess jewelry case and purple beaded photo frame (Fang and Germ), star mogu (Hermy), hot chick at work sign (Tom), precious moments figurine (secondary school classmates), party chick cushion (
protag gang)....etc
The most prominent contribution is from Kelvin (JC mate), no doubt about it. He gave my room... colour! Nothing can beat that! I remember us rotting in maccas after a session of ktv with nothing better to do so I suggested painting my room (I'm a bit siao one). We took a bus to Teck Whye to buy the paint, carried everything back to my place, knocked on my neighbours' door for brushes and started moving furnitures and painting. Twas real spontaneous fun.
I had to finish the paint job myself early next morning. The feeling was real good. Morning sun illuminating the pristine walls, sharing its radiance... me blasting the stereo, singing out loud and groovin to the rhythm of "Shut up"... strong confident strokes on the wall, covering sea green with cerise pink... absolutely therapeutic!
Polaroid snapshot

3) The girl I blogged about before, it doesn't do her any justice though. I look like an elf or so I was told. Can you imagine me flouncing among the clementis on my tippy toes, clothed in rose petals, a little pixie cup snug on my head? Yea my elfin ears hear you, you think it is totally conceivable too.

I read too much Enid Blyton as a kid yo.