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Things I have learnt these past few days:
1. Cityrail will make an effort to track down lost items if you report it
2. I may not be cut out for this Project 365 thing
3. The wor tip and Shanghai buns at New Shanghai in Ashfield are more than delicious!



If you ever see this drink in your Asian supermarket/shop do yourself a favour and grab yourself a can! It's ahhh-mazing! D actually had a sip before I did and made some sort of exclamation that I can't seem to remember and I was like "Whaaa-whaaat? Good? Bad?" But no, it's craaazy good! Why? It's like... better than fanta orange soda with these little tiny pieces of orange jelly. Sooooo yummy!

I actually picked it because of the cute orange faces. I noticed the one on the left first, but when I saw the face on the right its fate was sealed.



Notice a resemblance? Apparently I have a penchant for kekeke pervy faced critters.

biennale 2010, food and friends

Today I spent $20 on food. That might not sound like a lot to you, but I'm frugal, a student, and unemployed (according to Centrelink who don't want to be down with me). Nonetheless, who can put a price on long overdue, much needed, catch up with two of your favourite girls?

A photo would be appropriate here, but I fail at being camera happy. Hopefully I can pinch one off Kat later.

We went to check out the Biennale, but only managed to view the Museum of Contemporary Art's segment. Our unanimous favourite was the two artworks by Penny Siopsis, so if you're up there, check it out! I was a little disappointed though, as the MCA lacked interaction, which I always look forward to. It's those pieces that I find linger in my mind most as favourites, especially in the past Biennales. D and I are planning to give Cockatoo Island a go on Tuesday, so hopefully my need to be physically engaged is satisfied there.



Neuron by Roxy Paine
Currently on display outside of the MCA as part of the Biennale of Sydney 2010

We hit two cafes today. I won't name the first one as it wasn't a worthwhile experience, although not terrible. It should be renamed Bird Cafe though as it's more appropriate, and it should be noted that the birds weren't really the problem...

The second isn't really a cafe, but La Renaissance Patisserie Francaise. There was a line just to enter and just after we were seated, people started having to wait for tables. This was at around 2pm, but then again it was a Sunday. The prices are a little high for my liking, but then again I have to wrap my head around the fact that it's in a tourist area... I'd been meaning to go for awhile because of the macarons, which I'd once had an obsession for, but seeing as they're $2.50 each, I passed in favour of...



Chocolate Eclair with Chocolate Pastry Cream ($5.50 eat in)



Lemon Tart, Macarons (Strawberry?, China Jasmine Green Tea, Pistachio), Chocolate Eclair

It was all well-received, washed down with flavoured lemonades ('diablo' with choice of mint, strawberry or grenadine syrups) and flavoured mineral water (Perrier with mint, strawberry or grenadine syrups). Looking at these photos makes me want another eclair... I just showed D and it seems I'll be returning for seconds on Tuesday >:D

This isn't procrastinating...

This is showing you my assignment. If you're able to talk about something that means you know it inside out, right? Well, that's what I'm going to go with. A warm up since I'm writing a critical analysis essay of it tomorrow. FUN.



Now picture this, all recording sound booths are booked solid given all first year Communications students need them for this assignment, and we get stuck with the broken booth. Greeeat.



We didn't actually see the sign at first since the door was open against the wall, hiding the sign, and we were trying to work out why we couldn't hear sound even though it was recording when we were testing. I suggested a google-fu, and BAM! We were the ones eating cake (proof coming soon!). ~Skillz~

Anyway, this is what it looked like.





Aaaaaand Action!



Churning out them sweet beats.



Hahaha not! :P

Biiig thanks to D for helping us out with the sound recording! It was a radio play with three characters, and a thank you to my group partner who will probably never see this, but I owe him a thank you for putting up with my stupidity :P

wedges, Weginald?

I'm currently obsessed with shoes (and make up, and shoe insoles, and most probably scarves too). Unfortunately, being a poor student I cannot afford shoes, or at least not the ones I'm lusting after. D joins me in my forlorn moping as he's a great advocate for my getting shoes, or more precisely, sky high heels.

I'm at the point where I'm making my top choices in shoes battle it out against each other to see which I should save to splurge on.



Jeffrey Campbell Pixies in Black Suede

These babies are sadly out of contention, unless I become a millionaire... BUT!



I found these!

Much more achievable although perhaps not as awesome as the JC ones, but at a fraction of the cost... who am I to complain? Sportsgirl also has a similar version, but also quite pricey, and personally I'd rather go for JC if I was able to splurge. But yes, miiine! Aaand with D's approval too. Wooo!

Side note: How awesome are the orange ones?! Wish I could get them in each colour, but that would defeat the purpose of being thrifty...

Return of the Kitties

You've probably realised from the cat-related posts (see: Meow/Kitty Beanie & Kitties Hug Picture/Silly Stories) that I have a penchant of cats. This is far from a secret.

Yesterday, my bro asked me if I wanted to watch a short movie about a cat. I asked him if it was cute. He dodged the question by muttering some reply I can't remember. Having a feeling I'd regret it, I agreed to watch it. The short film is called, The Cat with Hands and is directed by Robert Morgan.



I'll be the first to admit that I'm a scaredy cat (not that I want anything to do with cats after that film), and it's almost midnight, I'm sleep deprived, and this equals a very irrational me. One night D told me that there was a monster outside my window and I screamed at him (okay, the msn caps locks equivalent, but whatever) and forced him to retract that statement/make it go away even though he explained it was the friendly monster from the bed time story he'd just told me. So it should be no surprise to you that after I watched this I clung to my younger brother giving him forceful hugs, and that I will be avoiding this blog entry in future!

The point of this though is that I'm still a cat lover. I maintain that whatever it was depicted in that short film is not a cat and have already begun blocking it out of my mind (although it is a wonderfully creative piece).



Kitties will, and always be, cute, fluffy companions that frolic happily and purr contentedly against my heart, which is totally why this item of Kitty clothing Will. Be. Mine.

Now I'm off to continue badgering D to get a kitty...

love letters and crossdressing "alien" gingerbread men

Yippee! Looks like photobucket is being good to me so I better take my chance to update. Even though Easter means a four day weekend, I'm a bit busy as with the next two weeks I have no days off, meaning I have to get to the city (and beyond!) every single day, and guess what? Cityrail has decided there'll be no trains from my local station for that entire fortnight! Bravo!

Whilst I'm dripping with sarcasm, remember the Agent 99 Cat Beanie? Yeah, I decided to fork out as a reward for hitting all my deadlines and ended up trekking to five different General Pants stores to no avail! More than half of them didn't realise what I was talking about too... Good work, GP.

On a good note, I've got myself an interview for a voluntary internship on Tuesday, so fingers crossed for me! Aand a future self-motivated project possibly in the works. Go Little Miss Motivated!

I hope you're all having a good Easter and that you've enjoyed a lot of choc!



Lone Chocolate Egg from D♥
He totally ninja-ed it into my bag along with a Vivi mag!



Random "Love" Pockys meant for D, but I kind of accidentally ate one...



D's surviving Love Pocky. I swear it will make it to him, filled out with embarrasing pet names and all!



Trip down memory lane! Am I dumb for not knowing that egg rolls are also known as love letters until now?



Perfect snack ♥
Random fact: I got to reference Vitasoy in an essay! Check this cute art exhibition: Banana: A Chinese American Experience



Gingy crossdressing wearing my new favourite skirt (thanks, Gmarket!)
Haha my mum totally came in and was like "Whaaat? Why is he wearing your skirt?"
"Uh... he's camping. It's a sleeping bag." >.>
"He can wear some of my clothes. They're kids clothes."
Okay, mum... ♥

vegeeater replied, please maam, we need kittiiiiessss to make us happppyyyy lol

My name is Samantha. I major in creative writing (and cultural studies) and I love to read. The other day my tutor told me a writing task of mine was one of the best undergrad pieces she's ever read.

However, the bed time stories that D tells me (upon my insistence) are my favourite ♥



"gohkoo said.. i am gohkoo and this is vegeeater, do u have any kitties please?"

my nose is running 'coz it's chasing after yours

My body has finally caved in to (quoting my twitter) "the inevitable-the-world-is-against-my-immune-system obnoxious cold that ~everyone~ has". I'm really not surprised as I've been pretty much surrounded by people with it the past week. Not to mention been in even closer proximity with D who's had it for a week and a half now. He's feeling pretty guilty hahaha So I told him, "My nose is running 'coz it's chasing after yours."

I'm meant to be doing readings and would like a nap (my antibodies apparently require a lot of energy), so a short and sweet wrap up of why this week was awesome.

- Saw 4590254 people, as opposed to the week before in which I was a lonely, old hermit
- Saw Alice in Wonderland, which wasn't that great, but hey, free tickets!
- Spent under $20! excluding transport of course... x.x
- Recovered my ability to write creatively

Okay, well, I guess that's about it. D also got braces this week, but that's not really awesome so I excluded it from the list, but he must look on the bright side. It's apparently fashionable in Thailand! Okay, no, that's terrible. If you actually read the article you'll find out why, but on a related, but unrelated-to-this-sentence kind of note... D looks adorable!

Another not-so-awesome thing about this week? My happy little friend got evicted from UTS. So here's a happy snap in his/her memory.



P.S. More on my writing, Chinese-ness, and perhaps other things, later.

Note to self: Take more photos!!!

Uni has started and I seem to be sailing a ship full of lonely while everyone else is on a party boat. The perks of being shuffled in with the first years for the third time. Okay, that's totally not cool of me as I have met some lovely first years. It was nice, however, to meet up with old friends on a cruise last Friday. Here are some happy snaps!


Arriving...







Okay, so not so exciting since not much variation in the photos, which is our fault as D and I plonked our butts down firmly when we found good seats and didn't budge until close to the end of the night... To our defence, D was sick (he still has't fully recovered) and I, of course, kept him company. And look! Pretty snazzy harbour photo, right? We didn't do too badly!

On 愛

One of the very few things I've learnt how to write in Chinese (Traditional) is 'I love you' (我愛你). In fact, as I realised in a comment to Jess that this is the only phrase that I know how to write (side note: hopefully I can rectify this soon!). When I was learning to write this I had just learnt how to write 媽媽 (mum) and 爸爸 (dad) so in my child-like excitement, I scrawled notes to each of my parents telling them that I loved them.

I can't remember if any affection or happiness was part of their reactions, not that they would've been unmoved by the gesture. What I do remember is being told by 媽媽 to be cautious in my use of the word 愛. I must not use it so freely. I remember responding by telling her that she's my 媽媽 so what was wrong with telling her that? She conceded on that point although more so dismissing it so that she could continue stressing the importance of not using my newly learnt phrase.

Perhaps it's due to my growing up primarily Westernised that I'm more open with affection and my views on 愛 differ. However, I also think it's partly due to her views, her generation, her experiences, things that I'll never be able to understand — or at least things that will never reach me to the point of alteration. I'm glad for it. It's an important part of me — of great importance to me to be able to tell my family I love them, tell my closest friends I care about them (for this is the point that hits home to me in my grasp of this platonic love, and I don't use the term 'care' in a simple, superficial sense), tell the one I love how I feel about them...

Yes, I have different categories of love, and feel uncomfortable (and fake) using the word too casually. 愛 should not be used or given away too freely for like anything of value if given away too "much" it loses its value. Only in this case love (should be) is boundless in quantity and its not so much the volume, but given away careless or too freely... the principle still applies. What is the point of a word without meaning? It's not a feeling if it loses meaning. It's not a feeling if it means nothing, it's a lie.

I digress, but the point is I too have strong reserves about using this word, whether it be a cultural influence or another. Being who I am, as well as it being my life, I'm willing to take (shrewd) risks, although I heed my parents' warnings. I believe I have opportunities my parents didn't have and I am going to seize them for I feel that 愛 should play a bigger role in (everyone's) life. Everyone deserves 愛 and if there's anything I've learned from my parents it's that I cannot lead a loveless life.

Yesterday was my one year anniversary with D. I use 愛 with him against my parents' warnings, but it's my life. My heart (心). My choice. My happiness. It might not come easily, but it's something definitely worth fighting for, and this battle — this war, I vow to win.



This entry actually started out with three main purposes: to illustrate my encounters with perception of 愛; to commemorate one year of 愛; and to thank Jess and Kat for their support and 愛. So Jess and Kat, I love you both. Your support and understanding really means the world to me. Thank you.

Kung Hei Fat Choi!

This year I have a sweetheart and of course I'm glad to, but whilst everyone seems to be swept up in waves of 'Happy Valentines Day!' (or even 'Happy Singles Awareness Day!'), I'm battling the tides, screaming, 'Kung Hei Fat Choi!!'.

When I first found out that CNY fell on February 14th, I admit I was a little put out. Not Valentines Day! Not my first, proper Valentines Day. Now, I'm almost glad. It's helped to keep me grounded and not cross over to the commercialised mess. Call me a cynic, but it's almost like mind-control — even worse, as corporations tell us how to feel. "Show affection now," they tell us (because I can't rightly bring myself to even type 'love' in the same sentence — whoops, I just did). Child's play. Painting by numbers. We're just following instructions. 'Money can't buy happiness', used to be one saying, whilst The Beatles crooned, 'Can't buy me love'. Have times changed? Or was it always this way on this twilight-zone kind of day?

Here's where I quickly become a hypocrite. Past midnight this morning, I wish D Happy CNY. He wishes me the same, and adds a Happy Valentines, plus the remark that I'd thought he'd forgotten. Perhaps... but I tell myself it's more so because I wasn't expecting anything at all on this day so unlike other days, yet I'm secretly elated and so very touched.

I'm sure if he realised as I didn't specify, but on Friday (knowing we wouldn't be together for "Valentines Day"), I gave him this.



Yesterday, I made him this.



Front



Inside - yet to be written in



Back

I had a discussion with a good friend, K, the other day concerning Vday and whether to particpate in gift giving, and if so what to get. We settled on not being extravagant, both feeling it was ridiculous, but to give a small 'fun' gift. The definition of 'fun' in this instance is something thoughtful and personalised, yet in the sense it's more of a light, joking gift — a silly kind of gift that I feel undermines the Seriousness and Importance that Vday has provided under its reign. I'm not sure if anyone else agrees with us, but this is my interpretation (I say 'my', as I can only be accountable for speaking for myself). On another note, D's and I one year is coming up in two days (Tuesday), and I'm planning to go all out — at least as 'all out' as time and money will let me. Too bad I'm still a little stumped in working out the details relating...


CNY Candies shaped like little pretend Fire Crackers

On to Chinese New Year! The Year of the Tiger!

In an unintentional lead up to CNY, I've been reading novels by Xinran (Miss Chopsticks, Sky Burial and The Good Women of China), which have left me feeling even more strongly connected to my heritage, to my homeland, to my soul. I feel so fortunate, so alive, so vibrant. It's a little overwhelming, and hard to put into words. Like being born again and having heightened senses, I know the secrets, pride and sisterhood of being a woman — being a Chinese woman; the power of love; a sense of justice and doing what's right; compassion because I am not blind or heartless... I haven't even begun to scratch the surface. Whilst Xinran has done a much better job of conveying China and its women in her way, she admits that the country is so wide, so diverse that there is so much she hasn't seen or heard, let alone covered. There's no way to encompass it all — there's not one truth.

As Lily Wu states in Going Home "I realize the true meaning of the word 'country' in Chinese. Country + home". In On the Smell of an Oily Rag by Ouyang Yu, he explains 'country' as 'nation family', he goes on to state his theory on how the learning of other languages, in particular English, breaks down the Chinese character, due to the difference in notions associated with meanings of words ie. the Chinese nation family versus the Western nation state. Whilst this makes me more determined to learn Chinese — I'm very interested in learning the individual characters and meanings that shape each word and/or phrase — I have to disagree a little. Although I don't know my mother tongue and have never been to my mother country, I feel that I — I know that I am still Chinese.

In both Lily Wu and Ouyang Yu's definitions (although definitions doesn't seem the most appropriate word to me) I take comfort. China is my mother country, it's my home — regardless of the fact I've yet to set foot there — and it is my family, as it is my family's family and as I am my family's family. These rights and this love that I feel for it, and I feel from it, and the way that it is and always will be a part of me, is unconditional, even if I am regarded as a black sheep by others. One day I will make things right as this is what I want to do — I want to learn, but deep in my heart I know that underneath it all, through and through, I am Chinese, even if I do fall into a tiny black hole of China that is undiscovered or overlooked.

Part of my CNY



Sunflower Seeds and Various CNY Candies



My efforts last night at channeling Hamtaro mastering Sunflower Seeds



Our CNY Eve Feast: Fish, Prawns, Duck, Two Soups, Chinese Vegetables and Roast Pork... and of course, Rice!

Note: This was for five people @_@ and this was my second feast of the day (feast, not meal). Are you starting to see how food is important to the Chinese? I had my third feast today (CNY lunch) and have yet to eat CNY cake... what's the bet another feast is on the cards? This is also only Day One of Fifteen?! Not that we take celebrating that far...

Kung Hei Fat Choi (congratulations and be prosperous), everyone!
Happy New Year!

Where to start? No more procrastinating, as I need to prepare myself (as well as my home) for CNY, which begins tomorrow! Today is already very special, as it's NYE, and the excitement is building up! The special NY candies are already set out, and my dad has been preparing a feast for tomorrow. I wish I'd taken photos to show the anticipation — last Sunday I was in China Town with my family and there were already lion dancers out and about!

Before I get ahead of myself, let me wrap up the rest of this year.

Awhile ago, D and I went to the Powerhouse Museum. There's an 80s exhibition on, which was pretty cool. In my opinion the best part was the party room, where you'd choose which 80s NYE countdown party you wanted to attend and the room would light up with flashing party lights and music. Too bad D was busy listening to the history of Hip Hop in the 80s, and no one but babies seemed to want to dance...

Part of the 80s exhibition was a gaming section, which of course included Pacman!





D beat me of course, being a gamer, and me being... well, unco. There was also a giant Pacman layout on the carpet, but they were taking it down before we got to take a photo D: Oh well, D did say it wasn't an accurate layout since the entrances/exits didn't line up...



D trying to see how much power he could generate in a fire engine by pedaling... This shot was meant to feature me instead, but the bike was very uncomfortable. It had no seat? and I was wearing a skirt...

We also found out, at a different exhibit, that we generate a lot of electricity together ;D



D removing the background from our photo to be turned into an animation, featuring us!



Done!

[I'm trying to upload the two videos I took of our animation films... but photobucket is still being an ass.]



And here's what I thought of the day! d^^b

Actually, that was me in the library — I was trying to master geek chic, but I'm really a nerd as my being in the uni library during the holidays points out... After the Powerhouse Museum, we had our first encounter with 'Hot Pot' at Haymarket Hot Pot as I'd just read a review on grabyourfork the night before. I initially protested as it was menat to be a hot day, but it turned horrible and rainy on us, so D got his way. The staff were lovely, especially considering we both didn't speak Chinese, and the usual attitudes upon hearing that I don't are usually unfavourable to say the least.

Last Thursday, I went on a picnic with my G Family. We hadn't had a proper reunion with everyone together for perhaps over a year? The G Family, for those of you who don't know, are my lovely Communications girls. I adore them so much! Anyway, in my excitement I decided to make something special for the picnic...



Left: Mini Pizza Rolls (really more like bacon and cheese), Right: Mini Cinnamon Buns



Mini Oreo Cheesecakes

Apologies for the crappy photos, but I'd only have these as I'd snapped them quickly with my phone to send off to D. I don't even have any photos from the picnic! I was enjoying myself way too much and forgot! The other girls did take photos though, so as soon as they're up on facebook or whatever I'll steal myself some.

Note to G Family: Thank you, my lovelies!! Am totally missing Kat's gourmet sandwiches, Joey's mini croissants and Mandy's snickerdoodles (which I still maintain should be renamed Cinnamon Cloud Cookies!), as well as our Epic Jenga Battles! P.S. I'd totally love to see photos!

That's enough for now. Hoping to update on my thoughts and feelings on CNY and Valentines Day tomorrow. To all of you, I wish you and your families all the best in the Year of the Tiger, and that Valentines Day reminds you to treasure your loved ones instead of buying into the hype. Lots of love and smiles!

glass cookies tower

Today instead of my planned forage into the art of making chocolate mousse, and perfecting Japanese soft cheesecake, I took a detour into the world of construction.

Towers are wonderful things. Despite my initial impressions of my uni (I recall on my Orientation two years ago that I found it reminiscent of a car park...), I now find myself defending its (deliciously) ugly architectural exterior as a matter of patriotism(?) and pride. We're currently in the process of expanding our campus and there have been many design applications for the new buildings, so here is my little contribution...



Sugared Walnut Cookie Tower

The foundations of this cookie tower remind me strongly of these wonderful boots I came across today.



Glass Wedge Heels by Queens Wardrobe

I imagine these as a gorgeous twist on Cinderella's glass slippers, only less delicate, more modern and edgy. If only I had the money for these beauties. They're leather and handmade to order! New crush? I think yes, despite what my brother says about them looking like ice skates, and jokingly suggesting I could keep fish in them à la The Simpsons.



Sprinkle Cookie Tower

Not only am I attempting to master cookies as a form in general, but I'm also (not-so-)secretly trying to find/recreate this wonderful sugar cookie recipe from preschool. I don't think they ever gave us a copy of the recipe, and nor do I remember it, being a preschooler and all, but what I do remember is that they were perfect! Buttery, sugary, and easy enough for preschoolers to handle. My favourite part was cutting them into shapes and smothering them in sprinkles (note: hundreds and thousands are not sprinkles!). They smelt so good in the oven and well, in general. We'd only get a few to take home to share as there were quite a few of us at the preschool, but I remember treasuring the them. Summing up: they were sooooooo good!



Chocolate Chip Cookies — guest starring chunks of Snickers, Toblerone and Lindt Dark Chocolate — Tower

Smaller in size than last time, as even though my brother thinks bigger is better, he soon discovered I was right (mini is cuter and cuter is better!) when we struggled to pack some of the last batch into his lunch box... I made about 50, I think, so the boy will be happy with his portion.

See the heart? Yeah, that's a little hint. I'm preparing a post full of Valentines ideas, although I'm no means an expert as this is technically my first 'real' one. Never thought I'd be an advocate...

The answer to all my problems...

Yesterday, I went shopping with the bf. Didn't end up buying much at all, except a (not-pictured) singlet (dress?) for $9.95. What I've discovered? Is that he's amazingly patient and helpful, so I'm super lucky, right?

The answer to all problems...


Miracle Body!! Modeled by mister miracle body himself hehehe

Tweeted already, but I'm still somewhat amazed. I ask what kind of sound toast makes, out of the blue, and he knows exactly why I'm asking such an odd question. Just like that. My face is set on high beam - silly grin.


Sweeeet! Just like a white chocolate toblerone... mmmm ♥

I've not told anyone yet, besides the Boy, obviously, and two friends, but writing a children's book is now on my List of Things To Do In Life (LoTTDIL, 'coz I can). When I announced this randomly to the former, he was surprised at my having such a list, and whilst is true that I do, until know it's only existed in my head, thus leaving too much leverage. These aren't exactly goals, but things I want to have a chance at doing for fun, so I thought I'd start cataloging them here. So, for formality's sake, off the top of my head, my list thus far:

1. Attain a kitten
2. Attain a puppy (& force 1. to befriend 2.!)
3. Write (and attempt to illustrate) a Children's Book
4. Learn how to dance (?)
5. Learn the drums

On the topic of Books and Things To Do, inspired by Up, I've convinced the boy to make a My Adventure Book with me. There's also a post I'd like to do on Up and 500 Days of Summer that I'll hopefully get to one day... I even have dot points jotted down so to not make that post would be a waste!

Officially, uni restarted (for me) today. In reality, I'll start tomorrow... Three mid sem exam results out and I'm sweet so far, so fingers crossed for the killer exam's result. I'm extra nervous because I was meant to help the Boy with it and I feel like I sort of convinced him to take the subject. I know he wouldn't hold it against me, but I know for a fact we both found it insanely hard, so my fingers are crossed so tight that we'll both manage to pass! I was told on the weekend, that I must learn to enjoy life, which I guess is somewhat refreshing compared to parental lectures in general, so I'm trying to channel that and just let go. Its nice to have lighter shoulders. Who knows, maybe one day they'll turn into wings, and I'll truly be above it all. ^o~

I've been wanting to give my camera a work out as it's been sadly neglected, but for one reason or another I keep forgetting. So for now you'll just have to make do with this snap of me webcamming last night with the Boy. I hadn't webcammed in ages, since that little session with cuties Vy and diva!Hieu, so here's my little commemoration. Perhaps it'll become a ritual for me. I like having these little snaps to keep as hopefully these little snippets will provoke the full memory later on down the track when they begin to fade from time.



Kitted out in my makeshift sleepwear and my little bed time entourage ♥

And to make up for cutting him out of the above snap (that is only half as happy without him), here's an awesome shot of him breaking!!! because I'm a fangirl kekekeke ^^y



He's the sexy one in the foreground (and middle) ♥

Tonight there's only a 1.25L bottle of Coke to keep me company as I attempt in vain to amass enough accounting knowledge to save my butt tomorrow in the exam. It's horribly set at 9:00am so it looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight... Wish me luck!