frazzled by wei ying's whipping out of the camera early in the morning and her refusal at letting me anywhere near my comb to tame the beast that is my hair

violent ambush from wei ying following which i was tackled to the ground and knocked out of the frame in the following picture (glomped seems to be a suitable verb here)

midway through the process of making oodles and oodles of layers of pancakes and ice cream with maple syrup slathered all over \(^^ )/ everytime i sleepover at wei ying's there is a massive food gorging festival of sorts (not that i mind) and though the food coma that follows after leaves much to be desired i would do it all over again i think