HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE WHITE HOUSE HAHA no one's actually white in that picture hm

i passed the last midnight of two thousand and eleven in the strangest of ways in the back of a car chauffeured by some dude's mother whose house we were previously at (and because laziness got the better of us we chose to stay indoors and play this chinese game that involved lots of thinking and pretty looking marbles instead of heading out to see the fireworks) and then i met up with another bunch of friends and danced alongside a hearty rush of convulsing sweaty bodies to martin solveig's spinning genius and got tired at three something in the morning and sat by the singapore river and had the kind of semi-philosophical a-musing conversations that being awake at ungodly hours induces and had the first hug of two thousand and twelve (sometimes, like today, i like spelling out numbers) and then got owned awfully badly by my mommer when i eventually reached home at around five am in the morning and crashed without bathing because i was so exhausted but happy and i would have done it all over again i think.

in the new year i have one resolution and it is to walk about in an empty swimming pool i don't know why for sure but its just one of the things i've always wanted to do but never have yknow?

smiley photo of my parents in us pre dip-dye (i use this as a measure of time nao) wow i kind of miss the boring blackness of my hair already maybe i should skip going purple and just go back to black (once you go black you can't go back hahaha) also i do not see which features of mine i got from my doddy MEBBE WHAT THEY USED TO TELL ME ABOUT ME BEING PICKED UP FROM A DUSTBIN IS TRUE