Oh, Liverpool, why can't you play like that in EPL?




We're through to quarter-finals yo!

Everybody, welcome Choco to my ever-growing collection of cheap cameras that leave you poor in the long run.









What could be more satisfying than that?

It's the time of the year again.

Xmas dinner at Joanne's!

This year, a monstrous 9+kg turkey will be making its appearance. Oh why do I have to work tonight? Why why why?

Nevermind, I will tapau the turkey to Casablanca. Tee hee.

I love porn. Especially high-quality porn done tastefully like this - they just send me hyperventilating and mess up my pulse rate.

Of course I'm talking about food porn. What were you thinking?

Hibernation time is here. Temperature in The Sandpit has dropped significantly over the past few days that I couldn't resist snuggling under the blanket and reach for a good book. And reading soon leads to sleeping the day away.

Sigh.

Oh well, that pile of clothes waiting to be laundered could wait till another day.

Recently had training with a few of my batchgirls, hence we did some catching up over dinner and shisha.




Alice, as always, is hilarious and full of sarcasm.

How time flies. It's end of the year already. And inevitably, amid the celebrations, this time of the year also makes one look back and reflect over achievements and failings. The should-be's and the could-be's. The happiness and the heartache.

Next year will be exciting.

Fall.

When the warmth of summer is all but a fleeting moment and there's a certain chill in the air.

Fall.

When the forest is ablazed with flaming reds and yellows, and some part is gleaming with silvery tips.

Fall.

When I chase away the autumn cold with a cup of coffee liqueur in the company of a warm-hearted soul and chat the blues away.

I'm sick of working with lazy Indian crews who basically do nothing but a waste to space and oxygen. I'm sick of crews who pretend they know everything but inserted 4 compendiums in a 2-seater. I'm sick of sucking up to gay CSD who acts like bitch on Prozac just so that I don't get hell in a 7 hours flight. I'm sick of being moved around like a pawn in a chess game just because some people do things in their favour and decide I should suffer instead. I'm sick of flight deck who gets all worked up when a Muslim converts to Christian and proceeds to proclaim later on "ex-Soviet countries girls are easy".

I'm sick, sick, sick.

Goodies from Shanghai.



And lots of cheap Lucky B&W 120 and 135 films. And a set of Holga colour filters with filter holder.

Now excuse me while I go burn some films.

Oh la la, I want one of these babies. I need one. Now.

Maiko, you MUST get hold of the orange baby when you're back in Japan.