Hello! You suck Slinky ass!

Hello/Picasa, I spit on thee. I have switched to a sexy new photo hoster who will hopefully fulfill all my blogging needs. Your puny little one-photo-per-post policy has finally pissed me off for the last time, and I have henceforth dumped you for a new hoster, with bigger, better posting qualities. Yeah, baby, work it!

So if you can see the photos of some of the fabulous stuff I bought at Zara and the gorgeous flowers The Boy bought me
you know who you can thank, i.e, NOT Hello/Picasa *shaking fist at them*

Anyway, here are more photos from the Maldives, because I can look at these from work and remember the clear sea and blue skies and being with The Boy and catching bigass fish (fine, it was just one, but still) and being able to escape from my office for a little while. Also because The Boy is being taken away from me by the pea-brained Singapore government who seem to believe that making their soldiers do reservist will actually allow us to win a full-scale invasion from another country, never mind that they are probably going to be a hundred million gazillion times bigger than us with a billion million more people. He's going to be disappearing for a month and a half, and I need my fix of The Boy, hence the photos. Slinky is NOT pleased.

Okay, enough from me. Go look at the pretty pictures.



That's me and The Boy on our own deserted island. Definitely one of my favourite photographs. Never mind the fact that The Boy looks like my sugar daddy and me his little brown island plaything.



This one is post-fish. I like this a whole lot. The sun is setting, the Mashibaru's cutting through the waves, and the feeling is intoxicating.



This one gives me a near-terminal case of the warm fuzzies. No wisecracks about the stupid hat. It's fishing, people, it's practically a rule.



Me and The Boy's friend holding yet another mudahendi. The sight brings tears to my eyes. And no, I'm not nekkid behind that fish. Sheesh.



Another mudahendi, mine mine mine. (even though I think The Boy let me take the rod from him after he hooked it, since I am utterly hopeless at casting)

See? Relatively painless and I didn't need that fucked-up Picasa at all. Kiss my sweet ass!

Oh, and p.s. I spent a further $249 on lingerie in Tangs. The person who told me about the Tangs sale, I blame you entirely, honey. And Raj, I'm hoping you don't read this, buried beneath the photos, because you will tell me I need an intervention and you would be right. Slinky hangs her head in shame.

The Slinky Cat thinks of blue skies, The Boy, and the fact that she will have to eat her new shoes because she cannot afford food for the enxt month. Bad Slinky.