this has gotta be the creepiest alice in wonderland stills. ever. i think i prefer the good ole disney animation.
but i’ll still watch it even though the previous barber movie wasnt too good.
creeped,
fifi
breathe
air to breathe
space to live
ceaseless phone rings
ring-a-ding-ding
obligations it brings
control out of reach
no space to breathe
no space to live
claustrophobic,
fifi
oh, disney disney
the following pics bring back fond childhood memories of the days spent watching disney cartoons….just that these are slightly deviant. *chuckles* ENJOY>
jasmine looks damn hot here.
uh.
still chuckling,
fifi
is the glass, a good idea….
or not?
is this too cliche? or my concern is, will it be HELL to clean it?
and this, is pretty inviting…
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
fifi
a post on why…
i HATE travelling to the US of A. this is a long dated post that was rotting in my drafts folder:
dear diary,
had to wake up at an ungodly 3am to prepare for the flight to NY. it was gruelling, considered that packing was done only at 11pm, and that only a measly 1hr of sleep was squeezed in, but the prospect and thought of visiting the big apple keeps me going.
checked in at the airport, and lo n behold, at the customs, indian custom officer realised that my eticket’s name didn’t tally with my name in the IC (cos i didn’t register for my english name), and promptly made me go back to the ticket counter to ask for a reprint of ticket. time wasted there. had to walk faster to the gate cos it was already closing time and that thwarted my plans of accessing the wireless in the check-in section! i needed to check my mail to see who should i expect when i reach Newark Airport, but cos of that silly mistake, i couldn’t do so.
boarded the plane without much hassle, thankfully and sat for a gruelling 6-7hrs to Narita Airport, Tokyo. It was a clean little airport, and good enough nothing annoying nor time consuming happened there.
in fact, the transit was the smoothest part of the whole journey! if i thought sin-narita was gruelling, then narita to new york was life threatening.
dear lord. almost 12 bloody hours. sitting in that cramp space where u had nowhere to stretch (which can be quite hazardous as i can rightly assure you) and no interesting movies played, no books to read, no good company to at least talk to, and ample time to go to the loo again, and again, and again. it works well if u r sleepy, sure sleep it away, but when u cant sleep, it’s disastrous. esp when the cool and dry air are killing your eyes, and you feel like u r just a step away from getting deep vein thrombosis. ha bloody ha.
however, i must say the food wasn’t too bad, as always claimed by people in general that airport food sucks. i guess it depends which airlines u get. go for those western airlines like northwest/continental (which i took), and the food is generally more appetizing. they give delicious biscuits too. after constant looking at time which incredulously always show that there is still 6hrs more to arrival, i finally reached the new of york.
horrors of horrors, the queue for international visitors at the checkout pt was long, AND painfully slow. the officers ask questions like they are setting a guiness record for the “most no. of questions to ask to a person travelling to the states”, MON DIEU! jesus. what a waste of time seriously. and do i seriously look like a potential terrorist?!?!?!?! they do this to even old people! i just find it incredulous, unnecessary and retarded, even though it is their job to do so i guess.
and then after finally managing to get away from that, i collected my luggage to then happily think that i can finally get out of the airport, i had to pass another checkpoint again, where this fucktard of an officer actually got me to had my luggage checked! it most probably is one of those random checks that the customs do, but why me?????! esp, when im already running late dude! MAJORLY pissed. and when they open up to check, once again they ASK THE SAME BLOODY QUESTIONS! i mean, get over it already! im just here! ok! like it or not! jesus freaking christ!
can u like imagine the amt of time i had to WASTE throughout the entire process where it could be like, half the time to clear all customs in OTHER COUNTRIES??? RIDICUFUCKINGLOUS. now, i officially hate coming to the US, it is SUCH A BLOODY HASSLE WHEN U R NOT A LOCAL. they make too much of a big deal out of it. seriously. the worst thing was, being late, it would definitely be obvious that a cellphone is a lifesaver, but mine just had to had a reception problem when i reach the states! UGH. no matter how, i just couldnt get a reception. asked around and realised that in general, new yorkers are unfriendly, unhelpful and rather cold people. though my colleagues are definitely not in this category. but new yorker strangers on the street are generally very very very unhelpful.
i dont even want to begin on HOW DREADFUL it is without access to anyone at all in a foreign land, and that you don’t have any idea where to go. it was a nightmare. i practically felt LOST. but i managed to live to tell the tale. ha ha.
the apt however, was a nice cosy little thing situated at 184 Bleecker St, pics!
finally my fiance joined me later and we went out the cold streets, and had dinner at this italian restaurant opp the apt. it rained! the food was not bad though.
and so you know,
fifi
