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i am so proud of myself. i made a cheesecake today. and i'm quite sure its delicious even though i haven't tasted it yet. hyok. it looks yummy, though as they say looks can be deceiving. but i say what you see is what you get in this case. yummy yummy looking. i shall take pics of it and post it on my blog.

i seriously need a blender. the lousy blender my mom has is just plain LOUSY. it can't blend wet stuff. meaning you can't add anything liquid because it'll just seep through the holes and come out underneath after spoiling the mechanism in between. i was blending the pineapple for the cheesecake then suddenly i smelt something funny. like something chao-da. then i realised, the pineapple juice must've seeped through. then i was blending the choc topping for the cheesecake. added rum and it seeped right through. wasted my liquer man... AH! and i had to find ways to clean it up and hide it without letting my mom know. I WANT A NEW BLENDER. one that can actually BLEND. not just SEEP. irritating poke. i wonder how my mom has been blending the sambal belacan chili all these while without it seeping through. oh who cares?! i want a new blender!!

oh and guess what. there are people interested in buying my bangkok tix!! just buy it just buy it just buy it. hopefully someone'll really buy it. then i can use the money for good use. eg. BUY A NEW BLENDER. quick someone just buy it. buy it buy it buy it.

jay chou's ju hua tai is really quite nice. very chee-na but somehow elegant. and its the first time he actually pronounces the words.

the rain is spoiling my birks. my precious birks. its becoming black. the cork material's soaking up all the smelly and dirty rainwater. my poor birks. when will it STOP RAINING?!

What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day
As you place the don't disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore
It's a long way down
On this roller coaster
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it
I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for
Well it's full speed baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading
Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy
Please don't censor your tears
You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you
So take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom
Keep warm my dear, keep dry
Tell me Tell me
What's the matter Mary Jane...

anyone who can reach you,
can love you or leave you.

snll drifted away at 4:52 AM ----------