earl grey ice-cream.

gazillion thanks to Thomas for tagging =/
no, i don't actually mean it.

Layer One:On The Outside
Name : Julie TYL
Birth Date : 11th August
Current status : As BROKE as Thomas
Eye Colour : Don't exactly know. Dark brown?
Hair Colour : Brown I supposed
Righty or Lefty : Rightyy

Layer Two :On The Inside
Your Heritage : A chinese who can't read or write chinese to save her life
Your Fears : Losing the people around me (yah, standard line never change) and..clowns
Your Weakness : I can't do numbers
Your Perfect Pizza : Strictly beef-less

Layer Three :Yesterday, Today , Tomorrow
Your Thoughts First Waking Up : I thought I was just about to fall asleep!?
Your Bedtime : Between 1 - 2 AM
Your Most Missed Memory : None

Layer Four : Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke : Light Coke
McDonald's or Burger King : McDonald's
Single or Group Dates : Single for me, please
Adidas or Nike : Adidas
Tea or Nestea : Neither
Chocolate or Vanilla : I'm a Chocoholic
Cappucino or Coffee : Coffee anytime

Layer Five : Do You..
Smoke : Yeah
Curse: Wtf? Who doesn't?
Take a shower : zOMG. I don't
Have a crush : Sad case. I don't have a crush
Think you've been in love: Yeah man, Thomas. What kinda question is this?
Go to school : Not anymore. Thank God!
Want to get married : Of course! I don't wanna be a spinster. NOOOOOOO!
Believe in yourself : Most of the time, yes
Think you're a health freak : Not even close

Layer Six : In The Past Month
Drank alcohol : Yeaps
Gone to the mall : Yeaps Yeaps
Been on stage : Nowpe
Eaten sushi : Nowpe Nowpe
Dyed your hair : Nowpe Nowpe Nowpe

Layer Seven : Have You Ever..
Played A Stripping Game : Yeah. Long long time ago during early secondary school days. Cheh, not interesting cause nothing to see what. Everyone's looked so small back then
Changed Who You Were To Fit In : Never

Layer Eight : Age
You're Hoping To Be Married : twenty five *shy*

Layer Nine : In a Girl/Guy
Best Eye Colour : Purple
Best Hair Colour : Pink
Short Hair or Long Hair : Dunno la wtf

Layer Ten : What Were You Doing
1 Min Ago : Can't recall
1 Hour Ago : Sipping on coffee
4.5 Hours Ago : Sleeping
1 Month Ago : Working?
1 Year Ago: Grieving over the fact that I had to go for the cheebye internship

Layer Eleven : Finish The Sentence
I Love : My bed
I Feel : Sleepy
I Hate : Whoever who gets more sleep than me
I Hide : Eyebags
I Need : ...Sleep

Layer Twelve : Tag five people..

Calvism
Evelynholic
Munaks
Jo Teh
Wayne

random picks lah aiyo.

muse.

ain't talking about the rock band goddamnit.

it just took me a good 1 hour figuring out how the fuck am i going to spill my thoughts on the world wide web. sometimes i respect those who are able to express and confess themselves in their blogs. don't they find it like, very hard? fuck myself for not having that ability. and another fuck for being too strong. too tough.

i am not delicate. not anymore. thanks to all the traumatic and tormenting experience.

btw, is being too strong something good?
i think it is not at all feminine.

rescue.

Your body, strong.
Your language, obscene.
Your actions, violent.
Your heart, it beats no more.

prepare for gloryyyyyyyyyyyy!

sorry. too much of 300.
that movie was superb btw.

ryan's turn to get inked last thursday.

the 6 hours ordeal.

the very sexy bulu-less leg wtf.

ok no more. thxbye.

zapped!

i got myself inked last sunday. and man, it's addictive!
now i feel like i wanna have a second one already.


i damn bodoh i tell you.

after about 2 minutes of being zapped,
i asked joshua the tattoo artist, "err, have you started already?"
and he replied, "huh? YES?"

i felt no pain at all.
some told me my skin's dead -_-"

nah, upclose.

3 hours to complete my pretty fairy.
after that i was damn excite *oh no, too much of borat*
i mean sexcited.
no, excited. sorry.

TADA! pretty? pretty?
yeah, it's still swollen.

i went home and showed it to mom.

"wow. beautiful!"

i showed it to dad.

"yerrr. obscene!"

sigh.
men men men.

then dad said,
"you should have done it on your back shoulder. i bet it's gonna look nicer there."
i told him i don't want to. it's not gonna look nice when i walk down the aisle wearing my beautiful sexy wedding gown with a big ass tattoo on my back during my wedding in the future. you just don't know what stupid impressions the ol' uncles and aunties gonna give you.

"cheh. how you know you're gonna get married?"

cheebye dad.

smart alec.

cavin is way too creative yo.
he just suggested that we should place a cigarette vending machine in the office to cater to all the smokers.

such brilliant idea. i likeee *borat's accent*

hrm, maybe we can have one which looks like this. how coool.

smokepipe.

mad MAD Mad mad mAD Mad mad MAD Mad mAd mAD Mad MAd mad MAD mad mAd mad MAD Mad mad MAD Mad

*explodes*

...died.

Christopher Wallace.

In Loving Memory of The Notorious B.I.G aka Biggie.
*bows*

jet lagged.

going on a hiatus for 1 week is very normal okay, calv.
bisings.

goddamn sleepy now.
getting not more than 5 hours of sleep everyday from january till now is a serial killer.
drinking on sunday nights and weekdays is a bigger killer wtf.
zzzz.

arghh, i don't know what should i blog about.

*tick tock tick tock*
*whistles*

i really don't know.
.......

last week i was browsing through the web for some tattoo ideas when mom suddenly came and sat beside me.

wow.
wow? what?
why are you searching for tattoos?
cos i want one.
where you wanna have it?
not sure yet. still thinking.
you wanna do a butterfly?
no, i don't like butterflies.
how big do you want it?
urm, not too big. just average.
average? like your sister's one? (hers is the size of a...errrm, a cigarette box wtf)
well, maybe?
harh? so small ar? if wanna do then do a bigger one. do small small who can see? the bigger the better what.
......................................

whatta cool mom.