Do you like cake?
If you do, head down to the nearest Prima Deli for waffles and swiss rolls. Mmmm mmm.

Does your dog like cakes?
If you are insane enough to feed your dog cake & the mutt actually likes it, head down to the pet shop in NEX Serangoon for some canine confection.

Pet shop. A place to pamper your pets with unexplainable things.

The counter where you purchase specially made cakes for pets.

As you can see, it's not only cakes. It's biscuits, macarons, sweet breads, cookies and misc other stuff to feed your dog & fool yorself into thinking they appreciate it.

They even have a pretty cream chiffon. Aww.... .... Not for human consumption.

Ending off with some dog pictures.

A fabulous way of decadently pampering & reducing any sort of diginity your pet has.

A list of what I wishfully wish Santa would put in my forelorn & neglected sock.

yashica electro 35 GSN

A whole shelf of tin toys.

China. An edible version of it so I can crumple into a wad, ingest it & distill the knowledge of thousands of years of old bearded men & their ink painting traditions.

Steven Brust, Iorich. OMG, someone please get me this book!!

This is my Christmas list & I ought to go back to studying Sesshu's awe-inspiring ink painting save that I'm starting to hate him & am blogging as an excuse not to start work.
START WORK!!

B a n a n a & F i s h e s.

I visit this site everytime I feel that the world has come to an end.
It ended last Sunday.
But we don't care. Don't care. Don't care. Yeah.
只是这次真的死了

Some people... ... haih.... *shakes head*

~

When plane engines fall through your roof
and I broke my knee while walking down the street that I lived in
while no one was passing by

Life comes along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time moves along and it breaks every bone in your spine

Fall into the river
our pocket full of stones
full of stones

~
Larkin Step by Ling Kai
(c l i c k)

It's (almost) over!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH

Gonna start playing heroes of M&M III again.
And sleep. Yes, sleep. Oh Sleep, my friend, how I have missed you. I will romantically take you to bed & stay there with you in this rainy season for as long as I possibly can.

I always thought Brand's essence of chicken was quite possibly the most vile tasting of all drinkable things. Very possibly worse than drinking urine.

But I'm immensely depressed this week & have caught myself gulping down bottle after bottle of this repulsive liquid like soup. Funny how being depressed can make your tastebuds torture itself with essence of chicken.

Want to hear a morbid story?

No. Of course you don't. But I have to tell it anyway because that's what depressed people do on their blogs.

Well, once upon a time there lived a hard disk - named Danny. He is so named because of a mondo huge glow in the dark T-Rex skeleton sticker pasted onto him that has long fell off.
Danny was black, dull and unimpressive in appearance, as are most hard-disks. But he was a hardworking, diligent being with a good sense of humour despite having a shakey USB connection port which he was born with. So I don't blame him.

He never gave me any serious trouble & I never had to discipline the chap by brutally reformatting his average but cheerful brain-chips.

Until today.

Danny died on me today.

I suddenly feel that I cannot write about the tragic and infuriating circumstances concerning his death & my great discomfort even though I set out on this blog entry to do so.

Abrupt end to post. *angst and gloom*