Had hotcakes for breakfast dripping with butter and maple syrup.
Orgasmic. :D

Baby took the day off and the day was spent exploring. Exploring the depths of the POSB bank for a replacement atm card, exploring the ICA building for the refund for a found-again IC and exploring from lavender to little india for a tiny french cafe. Proved illusive but another great day.

Haji Lane at night: magical. And severley overpriced. Too broke for shisha and beers and had to content myself with just staring hungrily at bags/shoes/rings till I could almost imagine they were mine. Hehe.
I guess the flea market's destined to remain forever more my thing.
I want the $60 typewriter in the pretty hard-cased flea-bitten leather box.
I want I want I want!

My baby never looked so cute sweaty with his curly hair flying around. I think he could have easily sold at a million dollars. Except he's priceless. And mine, of course :D


Dyeing hair again tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
And am obsessed by my durian craving. I wonder if one day I will just morph into a durian. And my spikes shall be my secret weapon. BACK! BACK FIENDS! ALL MINE! MUAHAHA!
In case you couldn't tell; I can get incredibly territorial about durians.

And I can't believe I just spazzed over durians and not my upcoming bleach job.
I am obviously a nutter.
:D
__maybe tomorrow, i'll find my way home ;