//hurricanes are named after me, i am temptuous//

i think this picture is goddamorgasmicallyeatmenow sexy.



and i also happen to think one of my spanking new collegues that started this week is amazingly hot.

sidenote: desmond. desmond. desmond.

okie. so work isn't too bad considering i ate chicken rice (against my will) for 3 days straight. it's like:

"eh want to walk out to holland v not?"
"don't want la, damn hot. damn far."
"he got car."
"he's two seater can sit my left boob and right boob only. here got 5 people." disclaimer: i did not say this.
"haiya, you go and drive to holland v can? buy back lunch for us."
"ok lor. what you want?"
"something simple la. easy to tapao and bring back."
"chicken rice lor."
"yeah la, yeah la."
"oh, i want thigh meat."
"haiya make it easier, everyone thigh meat la."
"i want roasted."
"haiya make it easier, everyone roasted thigh meat la."

see how i am forced to the brink. horrid horrid people. so for 3 days straight it's been the same convo. i am forced, like a prisoner of war, to eat chicken rice!
besides that, i'm happy as it is, inhaling my lunches, calling all the media hot shots to come down and help us.

withdrawal symtoms. uh huh.