i wanted to be a photojournalist.

i really believe i can take earth-shaking photos and dispense some witty lines for captions.

whatever happened to that dream?

degeneration?

is that why you guys all call me a voyeur?

YAY. mystery solved. i'm not a voyeur, i'm a wannabe photojournalist.

I WILL BE NICE.

I WILL BE NICER.

I WILL TRY.

even if it kills me, i'll die trying.

I WILL BE NICER I WILL BE NICER I WILL BE NICER I I WILL BE NICER

this is my new year resolution.

Don't you break, resolve.

someone promised to make me a pink cycle-able bike!

i'm posting this as a sign of my excitement, so if the someone ever revoke his promise/fail to deliver, he should feel really bad because he got my hopes so high (high enough for me to post a post so that i'll remember that such a promise was made).

*please test it first okay, as reminded by another friend, i do not want to die in a cycling accident. i just crossed the threshold of my adulthood.

thanks a lot!!! i can feel the love~~~ :D

i received 2 suprises on the same night at the same time!

wow. *grins*

i'm getting on in years. i'm old.

old people tend to repeat things they said before, many times. this is by far, their most enjoyable hobby.

this stems from the fact that they are forgetful; they forget things easily and hence the repetition. do bear with them.

old people tend to like to think that they are right all the time, because they believe that they are old enough to have the right to assert their opinions.

old people are also hard of hearing, they are PAKISTANI. (this is not racist, do believe me)

old people are boring too, but this is subjective.

ok.

behold world. this is me.

(old people like to excuse their bad behaviour)

usually not by blogging though.

now that all this is said, go wait outside the tapas bar for me to throw tapas out!