I am bad at keeping to my word of blogging everyday so now I fill this space up with photos in a desperate attempt at making my blog look alive and not abandoned.

**ANOTHER POST BELOW! I broke them up into two separate posts in a sneaky attempt at upping my post count. Not so sneaky now that I'm declaring it of course, but I get honestly points right? **

Oh wait! Photos of me wearing the BPTSWFT that I was grumbling about.

It doesn't look that bad cause it's ME I know..

Okay no, even I can't save this shirt.

Some useful tips on how to take photos and what to do with them.

Always put up photos of you looking your best, regardless of how everyone else looks. 

Photo-bomb when necessary, to appear more in the album giving the illusion that you're really really popular and well-liked.

Always give a funny face, so that the whoever is trying to look sexy will feel embarrassed about it. 

When all else fails, imitate a member of another species.

I know I'm not exactly a very consistent blogger, taking it in turns to ignore my blog completely and then churning out two extremely lengthy and wordy posts. I am, however, an artist, and you know how we all are like. 

shameless whoring for attention

The downside to starting a blog and trying to live off it is that the discipline in NOT coming I've been trying so hard to cultivate has now been rendered useless. I logged on at about 1AM, and told myself that I'll be done 3AM latest. It is now 6 in the morning, and I am still sitting on my white cracked plastic Ikea chair pounding away furiously on my keyboard.


To make it seem like I'm spending my time meaningfully instead of squandering it away on useless gossip tabloids  and mindless sites like textsfromlastnight.com / dearblankpleaseblank.com , I'm churning out a picture post! Went on Facebook to look for worthy photos, and got suckered into *almost* going through all 2102 of my tagged photos.

Beat (left) & I (WITH MY SEQUIN-ED BEANIE SHE HAS KINDLY HELD ON TO.) This was taken in one of the ladies' in Far East Plaza, after our Super Exclusive and Secretive Photo-shoot.

Tess with her swanky new Ray-bans, showing off as usual.

Obligatory "hot girl"

Ray - Tess - Jacq, sitting on the hammock at Ray's which have provided me with many falls and dizzy spells. Jacq's holding a packet a biscotti which I'm assuming is expensive and really yummy (we'll never know, as we never did try them) as it elicited a "YOU DID NOT" from her boyfriend when he saw this photo on Facebook.

Again, at the Kallang bridge. I swear I took like 3 million of this one same photo, cause they refused to hold still for me. And the shadows were never right. Nor were their smiles. And oh no, (imaginary) fats. Girls...

Me attempting what is known as Jazzercise, which according to www.jazzercise.com , is a workout that combines "hip-hop, yoga, Pilates, jazz dance, kickboxing, and resistance training". Wow, talk about ambitious.

This is the cat that sulks around my church looking for hand-outs and ear scratches during Sunday brunch. 

This is Junior, Melsteph's dog. Do not be deceived by how morose he looks here.

Favourite couple in the world. Mr. & Mrs Maniam. They've recently moved out of Singapore to a bigger country somewhere else on the globe not very near us. Heard that they're coming back some time soon, I think.

Wings from Cuscaden. Worth every gram you put on.

And thus, my picture post has concluded. I believe I've covered every demographic available to me?