pixelated in motion.

I celebrated my long awaited b'day weekend.
I'm not too sure as to why - mr. j should know prefectly.
Basically, I don't really get to celebrate my birthday back home in the manner which I'd like.

x1 snotty brat here. hello xx

So weather permit, (has anybody else realize its been a fkn-cold week?) we, no I created a whole new crapelagure sprawling through geelong-queenscliff-torquay-anglesea, and im sure i missed out half of the others as I was talking on the phone. ms. sn should be to blame for my misdoings.

Anyway, I just came back from karaoke w lil.
Funnily, my whole bffs moments are churning out gffs like yummy popcorn butter.
No clue what my fixation with food has to do with anything but i think therein lies those facts :
a. i did not eat dinner, as i overloaded on yunk aka. yummy junk hehheh
b. its been a long day -gimmie a break xx

Strangle me tightly,
Girlies don't seem like strange inate territory that I'd never venture into anymore.
They used to be spork-like martians based on some unknown planet & while I'm a sporkling too, being on earth for too long has dulled my spork-like abilities to communicate with these similar creatures. BUT its different now. I schwear, half pinkie promise xx

While this takes on a whole new level/experience for me,
I'm still trying to cope with the :
a. updown look
b. bitchy/catfight/he's my man stare showdown
c. shopping overload
d. smiling bit too much on mr. brightside
I'm sure I'll manage with enough hands-on practice.

Ps. that doesn't mean i don't l-o-v-e my me time, don't get me wrong.

Lookie through my camera lens.

lover, you got pixelated.

needing you in a haystack.

i heart cranes.

Anyway, we decided to go crazy with the cheapshots, not really.

somehow not too impressed by this picture as I can't seem to figure out why I had my mouth open when im the one taking the damn pic but anyhoos, we did about half-turn, great ocean road drive -we didn't make it there though.

Cheap maccas breakkie -just one of those excuses you need when you see a train of kfc, maccas, hungry jacks, subway all lined up nicely for your manjoyment, you know it.

Absolutely just trying to reach for something unattainable but really I had everything with me. wtf xx

We didn't get very far down the drive.
There is this very classy, uber delicious restaurant down in geelong (actually, that was the only one -because i did scout around) OMG what is a polenta base? Its fkn lovely -that's what it is.

Sunset boulevard.

mj, "I swear to G.O.D."
xx

mj, "Who always meets outside kfc?"
mj, "Indians."
mj, "Indians love their chicken."
xx

Im not sure i saw the correlation between indians and their chicken =/

hello mellow xx the wonders of an ingenious drink, certain hand gestures & fully equiped with my "bling" - i like to coin-term.

The ownership of the smoothie which I ordered for mj shifted once I had a taste of that yellow concoction. I'll be moooning to go back.

Oh, I don't want this to be just like a food everyday etc. but okonomiyaki(s) mm..i need.
And i saw elani too -randoms for last yesterdays

I love randoms, like this backdated sprinkler system.

ooo. and being a close-to-dead-if-not-for-this town,

I got to see some really cute spider-morphed-humanoids.

Ok night. tired.
xx

shopaholic scare

mr. j asked me, “where do you want to go?”
& I replied (to the self-proclaim drebar), “my fav. shop.”

Point taken, I know that you know that I only have one fav. shop. I don’t think I need to justify to anybody, mr. y included only because he has seen me in action. I breatheat shops in copious amounts.

Next time, neverx2 ask me where do I want to go when you have work in an hour! I know no shame. So salah, inclusive of this time, I wanted to go shopping even if it was just for a measly 15 mins. I therefore chose my fav. shop. I did not make the wrong choice.

full frontal, side moolah.

I am smelly.

I'm a tranny.

Yeayea im so pink!, the wheelers of the bus goes roundroundround.

I just wanted to show you all my wonderous jumpsuit. It screams pink.

Lately, my godlike grannyness has fully taken over my mind, body & soul. I’ve fallen head over heels for vintage/preloved goods, better known as lesser than cheap, making me shamefully economical. To state my affinity for ruffles, lace, skinnies & quirky is to my dismay, an understatement. While I haven’t always been like this, I think a certain money factor factored into the equation prompted this progressive movement.

I heart, to date, one of a many :-
-colourful (& in colour, I mean grey) jumpsuits
-baby blue denim (I have one already. Yay)
- 1960s shorter than short dresses
-light brown belts
-chiffon, ruffles, laced, cutouts (one piece/two piece/3 piece-if any)
-bigger than big, putting hippos to shame sweaters, jumpers
-smelly granny may’s old knits, either that or hand me downs

So, who would like to go hunting? Oo..i can’t wait to go to Fitzroy.
My amnesia-like memory does save me some moolah though.
(I sometimes forget what I wanted to buy. Not often though. Only sometimes.)
I x1 suck at sticking to my little get-rich-or-die-trying scheme (it’s all kat & mr. y’s fault) whine*
stupid chaddy. Never let ones downfall be blamed on yourself.

Lessons learnt, I didn’t know feet size shrink when you are a. cold & b. smaller.
A couple years back, I had these cute little green shoes (they weren’t very cute though –I did myself wrong & they aren’t very green anymore). Anyway, I tried those shoes today and they neither looked nice nor fit just right anymore. Sigh.

I also want that pair of onizukas, the bracelet I saw just yesterday & a pair of tan heels.

mr. y just gave me x1 carbon copy of photoshop. (I shall not mention how I easily imitate a less than tech savvy perambulator). Needless to say, I will be grinning in my drunken stupor at my new toy for the next few weeks.

FARK me!X
mr. y called me at 5.40. I totally forgot we had a duck funeral to attend.

The amateur at work -i can only get better.

I love clouds, if you didn't already know.

And that flower is just my stamp -sometimes when I remember, I like to stamp my pictures to remind myself that they are mine.

toodle.

imuse.

It's been a pretty entertaining easter. Many things to keep my time occupied. Mr. Y is still very much alive mind you. I didn't poison him. He took time off to do his own thing.

Gaybitach called me, "Eh, come down." whine* so I made them gallivant with me.

Introducing, game on.

Mario didn't know any better.

Neither did I.

Failed miserably.

Part II, Game on.

Posterboy, still being 12.

Try game on, backwards.-the rocket scientist
End..

My kind of poison, strawberry daiquiri.

Drunkard time.

the lyctini(s) & the tranny

old-meets-new.

babelicious

Mr. jibbles n I went to uni. We failed miserably. Part 1, Take 2 : we ended up stuffing our faces.

Momentarily spotless.

Walking in a straight line.

"pose with me!"-we were almost there.

mr. j "I'll jump you cunt." -that's right xx

The tranny went out to get her pay. She is an art' lovin tranny.

Dog in the kennel.

Mushrooms on the moon

The vespa street xx

A vespa experience.

conversations with the sibling.
s, "I eat boys." Growl*
c, "Luckily, I'm a man."

wtf.

layers undercovered.

No introduction necessary, the drunkards came out to play.

Mr. Y is down, crashing at my place.

With lack of sleep, : I had class till 6, I managed till 4.45, not before receiving a call. Ms. km awoken my daze by a highpitched, "babehhh..i miss you", all that mush came out instantaneously.

I decisively turned smart over daylight, wearing what we call killerheels for the night. They were a killer alright & the high, like no other.

Much like a disabled x1 alco intolerant as I havent tipped the bill in a long time & due to deprivation of food, leek pizza was my choice of poison for the night.

Products of sleepless drunkard night.

They all layan sikit for me. Berposing with their bottles. Promotional credits, corona.

The babelicious babe aka. partner in crime, ms. z

The fireman, mr. y, "You layan sendiri la."

Nic & his poison.

Mr. Jibbles tak layan.

Me & my bucket. wtf right?

more pic up soon xx