Part 1.

2007 in Pictures.

Thank You(s).

Its been a great Christmas.

Thank You(s).

Thanks for all the suprises, and the not much of a suprise, and the thoughts of wanting to suprise me.

Thank you for braving the streets and the malls.

Thank you for thinking of me (and my tummy).

Thank you for remembering all my likes and dislikes.

Thank you for the 'you-ness' in all your gifts.

Thank You for all the friendships that have been tried/tested/forged.

Thank You for You on this day.

Blessed Christmas.

Christmas,

Isn't Christmas,

Till it happens in your heart.

Stop This Train.

Do not question why I already have 3 posts to this week.

Paying attention to detail.
Reorganising 20 boxes worth of documents is no easy task. For the arms and not for the brain anyway.

The pod makes life sweeter. thank you ches' : )

Stop this train

I wanna get off

And go home again

....................

So scared of getting older

I'm only good at being young

Stop This Train, John Mayer

That dood writes beautiful songs.

i want 'us' again.

therahrah. windylindy.amanda. and of course jas can/should come along to.

l.o.v.e. did bring back some memories.

let's do the rushing down from klang after a dinner of seafood and bangle shopping to ou sometime soon.

10 years down the road perhaps?

I'm sorry,

I never knew how to appreciate you, till now.

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard,

No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart.

Better Together, Jack Johnson.

Sidenote sidekick.

I love her artwork.

http://myfolklover.typepad.com/

Thank You.

The friends were down for the weekend.
An eventful weekend it was.

From cake to chocolate/strawberry sundaes, to my first full man. u match.
As pathethic as this may sound, I don't like the distance between us.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Not a myth I hope.

Sometimes, absence does make the heart forget.

falling apart.

running, running,

as fast as we can.

running, no doubt.

identity theft?

what has happened to the days of the old?

the light at the end of the tunnel appears to dim.

a state of lawlessness prevails.

underhanded, double faced, conniving thieves.

so tempting to give in. so easy to just turn our backs and leave.

but i plead we you, and as a reminder to myself,

DON'T.

stupidity sucks.

i'm going to be straight-up with you (all).
no holds. no barriers. no playing pretend.

a little more about me.

i want to cryyyyyyyyyyyyy.

and it doesn't help that i'm listening to 'once' all over again.

(i don't know where this is going. i don't know how this is going to end)

quote of the day: 'it's just something from our generation thing'.

oh, how i wish it was a cliche.

and i'm thinking about you, you, you and i need You.

on another note,

its very tempting to drown myself with 'meetups, greetups, climbing the social/corporate ladder'.

this is all turning out to be a very overwhelming experience for me.

its taking me time, to get out of my comfort zone, once more.
i want to crawl back right in.

please?

thank you chehchehcheh.