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Postmortem
Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 12:10 PM
I really should be at the gym right now. Really really.


The Indian Ocean. You can see how blue it is, even through my lousy camera.



See the black stain on the tip of my left Nike? I wasn't looking and my foot dipped into this hole with steam engine oil when crossing the train tracks. Nevertheless, I HEART MY NIKES!

Why the hell do my pictures look so blur? Urgh.

Christmas this Friday. My favourite holiday! (:

Oh, I was reading the papers and they said that Santa's BMI was "dangerously high" and he's obese. Thus making him a "public-health hazard". Well, that comes as no surprise seeing as he's hibernating the whole year and when he does wake up to deliver presents, he's eating cookies and drinking milk. He should definitely shed a few pounds but personally, I would rather a chubby, cuddly Santa than some hunky, abs-y, sex symbol Santa.