Mr. Wonka: Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted.

Charlie Bucket: What happened?

Mr. Wonka: He lived happily ever after.

Bikkjen, min aller beste venn, eg skal aldri miste deg igjen. (The dog, my very best friend. I will never lose you again) ?? Scandinavian party in my ear drums, don’t get what it means but hoo hoo hoo i thumbs up these cuddly synthetic pop beats, very much. Just downed a whole serving of passion green bubble tea w/o pearls. After my late evening coffee fix, i really do think i should vomit now because i just burped green coffee passion-esque tea and i’m feeling a tad barf-ish. Happy Christmas Eve, world. Oh! I’ve changed my wish Mr Santy Clauz, please please please (let me get what i want) make me one of the Na’vi people. Magik feathers and beads in my hair (hay?) trump any other worldly possession you could ever throw my way, fo sho. Ah, yes. you know what, i am so miserable its disgusting. I can’t even bring myself to take a shower? Twenty Ten, just fuckin don’t arrive, just don’t.

“the latest head trip from director Terry Gilliam, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus … is also notorious for being Heath Ledger’s final film role. The talents of Johnny Depp, Colin Farrell and Jude Law were brought in to complete Ledger’s partially-filmed performance, forcing Gilliam to be creative in order to make the changes fit…”

We like to watch you laughing. you pick the insects of plants. no time to think of the consequences.

fuck yeah, happiness is one cool-whipped helmet wearing spacehero remix.

‘Under the strobe lights, we can let go of it all..’ F.Awesome!! remix, Akon my friend. Dear Mr Santa Clauz, i’d like strobe lights for christmas, if you really can’t make me thin with the snap of your fingers. I don’t know why i’ve cooped myself at home for the past 3 days, gotta put an end to this lameness. Anyone need tears on demand? i’ve got plenty on supply here, cuz you see, i’m swimming around in some kinda twisted melancholia. But tomorrow, tomorrow, hermit Neem is going to vaporize  When the clock strikes time to stop wallowing ima take a shower of sorts and put some of that sunshine into my purse. (Afterthought: we’ll see.) I have a disease? Yeah well, bears like their honey & i like asphyxiating myself alone in my hopelessly pathetic blanket of cold depressing thoughts. Fuckkkk positive thinking, it is all a lame lie, and that is the truth, its time you knew it too. No matter, its all okay because we actually can get married with no shoes on. Aaand wish on some horses to hold our rings and hand out shiny star shaped dew drops? Possible.

Take my order cause your body like a carryout, let me walk into your body till it’s lights out. Turn me on my baby don’t you cut me out. Turn me on my baby don’t you cut me out.

i still want to wretch my soul out onto the carpet when i see your tagged face, why is that? Anyway, que pasa beautiful peoples; me and my roaring sideburns are back in Singapore after a 4 day(ish) head first, wild dive into the city of Jakarta. Hell, we had to put on our chunky red boxing gloves to rrrroll (watch out! for that rrr, you gotta. ha ha ha) with the punches for a while there, but i wouldn’t have had it any other way. Was witness to the most unbelievably trippin’ remix (nawpe this is not it, but close) of sweet disposition @ X2 so ima be livin it up in my ears for a while now, scuse me miss. What can i say – us three, we learnt the true meaning of No Fucking Expectations during this adventurpade. We did, we did. Caged snakes, an illuminated cemetry, 77 virgins, burning dancefloors, soft hotel sheets listening in on our secret games, quick Bandung roadtrip!, tik tock on the clock, copper explosions from a glass in a glass, tsunami waves in a pool, naughty young native boys swimming smoothly into our aquatic conversations, a view (not much of it actually) filled with a shitload of cars, juicy sausages on the side, every body gettin’ headsprung, your eyeliner running on my eyelids, lo que paso, paso; entre tu y yo?, puffing on a dance-break by a bin – gotta clear my head because these emotions are like kryptonite and i am Superman, spot on Mr. Guetta: the love is still gone, ssssup! football players with not hair, but patterns on their head, clinking glasses, bless you sir thanks for your magik juice, cheers and a pumpin remix of a little? sean kingston ha ha ha,  requests @ equinox that actually got played?!, DJ on the turntable top hell spinnin yeah, honestly too many zeroes to handle in a currency, hard rock cafe on the rocks and a sea of mac and cheese, waterfall in the shower, spicy laughter that pinched at our tearducts … i guess you gots ta refer to chapter 24: good times, motherfcka!

“As far as your breath goes, you don’t want it to be too fresh.” Oh my god he makes me go weak in my bees knees… marry me? Matthew Gubler i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, good night.

baby animals. have some, if you want.

Trip to KL with my parental figurines and sister was ohsomely full of hotel sheets, good movies, ghost talk and more hotel room smelling sheets. What else is there to do when time pass is noticed not by the ticking of that elderly clock hand but by every spoonful of meal we indulge in. Speaking of meal plans and cutlery, i abhor the lemongrass restaurant with all my heart, just so you know. Many more dustland fairytales loom ahead, but now i have to whiz through the house with a broom and my tazmanian tail, get ready to send of my best friend on the adventure of her lifetime numero (something) & feel emotional at the airport yet again..