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LunchBreak. a visitor, a friend, my father.
Moomoocow, this smelly thing goes where ever the little tweet goes.
sembawang shopping centre: revamped! this used to be my fav. place when i was young, i would visit the little pet shop and walk around by myself. look here, now this girl has an entourage of fans(aka myself) and security guards (aka my mother and granny). how times have changed.
little shrek, the imaginary offspring of the celebrity ogre.
her papi. (aka my ah beng uncle)
these stupid machines are a rip off. they do not even move, they jerk.. and only kids who sit on them can actually tell if these things are functioning, because they will drift off to their little thomas dreamland, snap back and move on to the next machine that is of an equal waste of time when it comes to a complete halt (as if we could even tell when it comes to a halt) just because they get a kick out of every movement this thing makes, we decide to play along and pretend we are the birds and bees of thomas dreamworld.
this little ogre is cute enough for her older cousin to accept that she used to be just like her when she was young. i mean, fruit loops? how similar can we get? seaweed? or maybe its a food phase every kid goes through?
oh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea.
i still love my granny, just because she is too cool for school.
this is little ogre's favourite place in the whole wide sembawang.. giant. she doesnt really like to be confined in her little seat, especially when granny is pushing the cart..- she gets distracted alot and steers off course. its not like bumper cars, when its fun. because you bump and have a buffer, this one just hurts.
so she begged me and gave me all the coins in her purse to release her from prison seat. i gladly took the money and told her to run like the wind.
a glimpse of this, made me itch. how vicious can these cruel low lives be.

see, look what i told you. if only i had a shot of the wheel from this cart you would know what i mean by distraction. she tried to move this cart for a good 10 seconds until she realized the wheel was clamped at the bottom shelf. she still can turn around at me, laugh and say in chinese: i dont know how to push this thing.. ha. ha. ha.
froot loops advertisment. "this is my choice, foot loops." hurhur.

the first to check out.
please take me away, anyone that needs to buy toilet paper. i've got my footloops and that should last me a week before you have to return me back to giant.
morphing into an ogre, after mingling too much with the little shrek.
what a day. i've got songs to play, all i need to do is learn the damn guitar. something which i wanted to do a long time ago, but never believed i was musically inclined.. until now, i rise. i want music to be an extension of myself, not just to sing and dance but to produce and express.. in my own tempo, in my style.