Bon Apetit!

If you people, whoever you are -other than those whom I see everyday- had not seen me for quite some time since the last time you saw me, whenever it is, it's because i was stuck to my trials.
Farrk you trials. you made me missed out so many good things. damn you. =)

Anyway, if you were to think that i have started to fall in love with my papers/books/notes, no. On the other hand, i have instead, fallen in love with...

eating sinfully sweet foodbrain food. wtf. haha.

So today, imma teach you guys how to make Damien's finger lickin good strawberriliciouschocolateysandwich ! =D

Get some crackers, some icecreamballs with chocolatepeanut coating, and strawberryjam.
Smear a tablespoon of strawberryjam over the cracker and then place the chocolateicecreamball on top of it.
Take another piece of cracker and put it right on top. Then all you have to do is to sandwich them together and press it hard so that the strawberry jam is flowing out of the edges.
Finish it up and lick the plate clean.

Now, back to making love with physics. =S

blablabullshit.

Heaven is the bed when you have worked your ass off for the whole day but you still have to keep it moving.

Fuck. So near yet so far.

One day, when you grow up to be me.

"Dad! Where are you? "

In desperate times and desperate measures.

There are times like this, on a very random day, that we come to realise that our hero - one to lead us, to guide us, and to stand up for us- may actually be among one of us.

To the hero, we salute you.

p/s i wonder why the hero looks so familiar. hmmm...

I french kissed a car, and i don't like it.

It's not what good drivers do, but i just couldn't resist. The butt was oh-so-kissable. But, everything comes with a price. Mine? 1900.And of all the people I could have kissed, A JPJ OFFICER! woohoo. I just couldn't have been any luckier. Now, it's all about mending the big hole in my piggybank.
1900 is like 380 zapfan meals. wtf. =(