dang. no wonder osama’s going jihad. his niece, erm, posed.
now what are the chances bush’s daughters and osama’s niece can somehow influence a truce on behalf of their elders? everyone will vote on it, i assure. girls gone wild can create world peace, ya know?
if thing’s really go on like this, i won’t mind heading to afghanistan to be talibanised.
“sir, you do realise you’ll be scrutinised like shit should you head there?”
“yes, i do. i wanna be talibaned.”
“but, but for the good god…why??”
“i wanna un-‘veil’ more playboy bunnies, that’s why. hugh hefner will be very proud of me. and the gahmen too. ‘cos they’ll say i have entrepeunership talent.”
(back in singapore) christmas on orchard road looks more like abu ghabi prison rather than time’s square (imma always feeling newyorkish after watching snowy movies like serendipity. don’t ask me why. it’s been like that ever since i’ve watched coming to america).
“ooo! choirs!” *SNAPS!*
“ooo! filipino dancers(!?!)!” *POSES*
“ooooooo! big christmas tree!” *SNAPS x 1000000000*
my goodness. it begins to wonder me if christmas in singapore is actually a jamboree armageddeon or nonetheless.
but anyway, i got stuffs from ambush, and i’m sorta /happy. i’ve always (always, always) had this inferiority complex whenever i stepped onto these *ridiculously cool* stores. (it’s lucky for me to bring in someone who looks a bit kiera-esque so as to devoid their attention. heh.) it’s like as if them people inside are aliens from outer space with fantaboulously cool schtuffs.
but they’re cool (duh!). only hope that’ll won’t start my banjoree spree innit sudah.
it CAN be very addictive to stay long there, ya know?
just like listening to the national addictivity. *here i go again, jumping on the bandwagon* but, goodness me. those guys sure can rawk.
i mean just check out their song. so passionate. so like that one.
what you say? you want more of it? well just go to their myspace site. don’t tell me i didn’t say so, ok?
and lest i forget – i have little guts. *work on it on 2006, or else i’ll be +sic+*
oh well, merry merry.