A food day.

I am a foodie, period. But as much as I love food and I mean, all types of food, I've never bought my own sandwich from Subway. It's always my friends who've helped me with the orders and that's just about it.

Today...

Man: "Hi, 6 inch or a foot long, madam?"
Est: "Mmm, let's just gimme a 6 inch, thanks."
Man: "What would you like to put in to your sandwich?"

Est: "Whaaaaaaaaat? Actually you know I've never really ordered a sandwich myself before so could you please help me?"

Man: "..."
Est: "So sorry."
Man: "Well you can choose from the menu, madam!"
Est: "Aight... thanks."

You don't know how embarrassing the whole situation was, I wanted to bury my face into the ground because we had like 10 seconds of awkward stare, it's just weird.

Okay so I was saying today's a food day... we were extremely sad that our exercise regime has failed, officially today. But we were still delighted by the amount of food we've consumed and it was goooood, alllll was good.

Morning breakfast started off with...

x Pepper Lunch with mum
(I know righttt! HAHA what a fucking breakfast)

x 3 bites of Subway sandwich

Omgxfatty me! Lionel & Hao.

And then met up with the usuals to a trip to the Subordinate Court (hello, I'm still qualified for the Juvenile Court... all you oldies HAHAHA) then to Alexandra Hospital for Hao's knee check-up. And THEN it was with a trip down to Ikea. AWESOMEMOSEWA.

We had...

x Chicken wings
x Meatballs
x Poached salmon
x Potatoes
x Cheesecakes
x Hams
x Spaghetti
x Strawberry cake
x Hot dog buns
x Ice cream

And that's about 156 kg.

Anchorpoint was the next stop where all the piggies got their fresh poultries, sauces, vegetables and blah blah blah from.

We bought...

x Beef steaks (yum)
x Porkchops
x A potato
x A pack of mushrooms
x A pack of salad
x 1 bottle of hot chocolate poweder
x 2 packets of sauces
x 1 packet of chocolate
x 3 cans of preserved fruits
x 1 huge packet of apple juice
x A set of Yakult

And we are coooooooking tomorrow. :)

Hot Perry.

She's my fantasy, :p

And I am happy to have my hair dyed Katy's black.

Learning to fly.

Just thinking: Seriously, I'd lie to a sad person to make him or her happy because they live in a pack of lies, they live in denial and if I tell them something good about the lies they live in, they become happy. Of course it's so bloody hard to tell them the truth. Sometimes in love, we just... gotta let go. I know you love her and blah blah blah, but no, she does not fancy you anymore. And to the rest, learn to let go...

And as I am typing this, I am reminding myself I have to let go too. One step at a time, baby, but not for long... sometimes you have to run away from your broken relationship even though it's so fucking hard to. Yes, Jordin Sparks, it's more than just one step at a time.

Ok, I'm done.

Next up... introducing my exercising khakis.

Estelle, Dhwan, Lionel & Hao.

With the help of Hao's self-timer...

End of workout:

I cannot wait to exercise again. Although I pray fucking hard not to hurt my stomach muscle and my left knee, let's just hope everything turns out fine. Estelle wants to feel fit. and skinny

OKAY BYE.

Aisha and I days back... (I am still lazy to post all the pics, fuck)

I keep staring, staring and staring at my sister's jet black bob. In case you are wondering what the fuck is that (this is to Ah Hao), it's a sleek short haircut in deep black colour. Tell me about it... I'm so sick of my brown hair now. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?! I DYED RED FOR GOD'S SAKE and it's gone in like 3 weeks or something. I LOVE RED, don't dig brown... Even if I had to choose brown, I'd go for lighter brown which is more obvious.

So I was saying that I am staring at my sister's black hair, makes me wanna dye it alllll black again because I wanna look like a doll. HAHAHAHAHAHA BULLSAI.

Seriously, my hair is so not 3 not 4 and I wanna rip it apart and become bald. I don't know why I have this sudden urge to dye my hair black. I think 80% is because of my sister... Either that I really do miss my 2007 black hair.

Shithead...

Angry Estelle.

One thing about me is that I cannot, cannot, cannot stand irritatingly noisy people and they do not know when to shut the fuck up and they never stop yakking. NEVER. STOP. I mean if you are still jokin' around and playin' a fool I can understand that but you diss me about the things I do and say and repeat them for like, 1520 times and then you start nagging AGAIN because your life is just bullshit like that AND THEN you start nagging about how the people around you are so fucked up. You just don't know you are the fucked up one, right?

This is to yall:
YOU FUCKING JIAOBIN. YOU SHUT UP BEFORE I WHACK YOUR GRANDSON. ALL OF YOU, SHOW SOME RESPECT TO GRANDMOTHER AND FUCKING STOP TALKING!

This is to you:
JUST STOP TALKING. JUST STOP IT. NO ONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOU SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. BEFORE I RIP YOUR BREASTS APART, JUST SHUT UP OK. JUST SHUT UP.

God.

Ok holy shit.

School's making me fucking exhausted.

Amazin' grades.

17, 27, 47, 57.

A relationship can fuck up even when you are 27, 37 or 47 or even 57... So I was laughing at myself today, I'm only 17 and why the fuck should I worry about losing a man now? Things will always change, they will.

You spend 10 years with your loverboy and one day he decides to leave you because he's so used to having you around and he needs some thrill fucking other vaginas out there, hanging out with friends and watch late-night soccer which you restricted him to before that. By the time you are already 27, a supposedly time for you to already settle down...

I'm still young (and tight), baby, I still am.

Grandma grabbed me.

:)

(Those, are bruises btw.)

I love you, Nainai.

I can't do things perfectly because if I do, it'll take a decade or two to complete because I am just like that. So Imma just say this... My grandmother... She'll always stay in my heart as the greatest most awesomest woman 4ever.

Ever.

Quickie.

I am watching 篮球火.

And I just confirmed that I have a thing for guys who are in their 20s.

/ Edit 7:41 pm

I know I'm always typing at random hours... and it's boring. But I can't help it. I just had KFC in the afternoon and dad had to buy me a packet of chicken rice for dinner. I hope I won't die of excessive consumption of chicken and I hope they are Australia chickens because I know the China ones are sick... Hmm.

Kickstart my heart.

Hiiiiii, I put all my previous entries to sleep. Unfortunately, it's not the brand new happy Estelle you people used to know. I am mediocre and this blog is horrible. Welcome back to this fuckin' melancholy land. Enjoy your stay here.

/Edit

My keyboards are screwin' me up real bad, so grandma's b'day post is delayed. I want to make an almost perfect entry for the greatest woman.

And I really feel like slamming my laptop because it's so retarded. It's official, fuck Dell. But I love Dell 'cos it's colourful. But fuck man, there's so many people out there complainin' about shithead Dell. Idk, I really don't know. I will be back...

Will try to keep myself busy on Saturday.

If not I'll die 'cos I'm damn depressed.