DOH, something.. homer would say
RAY, the word after laser..
MEE, tom yam is my favourite..
FAH, a baby saying fuck....
SO, is an emphasis word...
LA, ah la la la la long..
T, the letter after S..
and we start again with DOH ho ho ho
'thank you thank you... no i dont do encores ;P'
Hi there, I'm Kim, a part-time baker. My mom taught me how to make macaroon cookies and I've been selling it to friends ever since. The cookies we make are awesome and really delightful, so please, add me up on Facebook at kimokies@gmail.com and order if you would like to know how a bursting rainbow would probably taste like and so I can pay my electrical bills *@.@* P.S. This blog is spellchecked by a little mermaid named Aria. (arxakittykat.tumblr.com)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
28 jan 2011 - pilot
I smell like dead tortoise drool.
It's almost 11 in the sunshine and I have been awake for 5 hrs. This is what normally happens to me when I have the burning enthusiasm to get up early, have a light breakfast then hop off to jog and exercise.
Everything went exactly as planned until I started eating. It was supposed to be a simple meal with just oatmeal. Ok oatmeal... Oatmeal and milk.. Oatmeal and milk and dark chocolate chips.... Oatmeal and milk and dark chocolate chips and white chocolate shavings which had been sitting in the fridge unfinished from my failed diabolical experiments of dough which I mutated to swallowable but tummy churning old-fruit-cake-tasting cookies. (which half still sits on the counter top constantly asked by my dad what am i gona do with it in order not to waste it, and the othe half thrown away after presenting it to my friend (whose self-dillusion of himself being talented, a ladies man and well like by others has made me one of his top un-fan) who realised something was fishy because i never showed him any signs of comradere or humanity before hand).
and then my mom came home abit to drop off breakfast (p.s. mom, you rock). I gobbled up 3 eopk-epok sardine (sardine filled curry-puffs) and a packet of nasi lemak (coconut rice). hence thus-after changed my mood and dimmed my enthusiam and all that intangible self-hope and optamism was replaced by lazyness.
and now its 11.43 and i still havent bathed hence the tortise drool aroma.
hello u, my name is kim and welcome... to a place where i bare it all (methaphoricly) about my life. complaints. loves. hates. and askew perspective.. yey... ;D
It's almost 11 in the sunshine and I have been awake for 5 hrs. This is what normally happens to me when I have the burning enthusiasm to get up early, have a light breakfast then hop off to jog and exercise.
Everything went exactly as planned until I started eating. It was supposed to be a simple meal with just oatmeal. Ok oatmeal... Oatmeal and milk.. Oatmeal and milk and dark chocolate chips.... Oatmeal and milk and dark chocolate chips and white chocolate shavings which had been sitting in the fridge unfinished from my failed diabolical experiments of dough which I mutated to swallowable but tummy churning old-fruit-cake-tasting cookies. (which half still sits on the counter top constantly asked by my dad what am i gona do with it in order not to waste it, and the othe half thrown away after presenting it to my friend (whose self-dillusion of himself being talented, a ladies man and well like by others has made me one of his top un-fan) who realised something was fishy because i never showed him any signs of comradere or humanity before hand).
and then my mom came home abit to drop off breakfast (p.s. mom, you rock). I gobbled up 3 eopk-epok sardine (sardine filled curry-puffs) and a packet of nasi lemak (coconut rice). hence thus-after changed my mood and dimmed my enthusiam and all that intangible self-hope and optamism was replaced by lazyness.
and now its 11.43 and i still havent bathed hence the tortise drool aroma.
hello u, my name is kim and welcome... to a place where i bare it all (methaphoricly) about my life. complaints. loves. hates. and askew perspective.. yey... ;D
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