Friday, February 29, 2008

Day 1.

same ol'. same ol'.

good in a way, bad in some.

drinkdrink.laughlaugh.share.pray.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

be excited!

k, so i'm friggin excited right now.

i'm bouncing in my seat, waiting to take off.
its going to be one heck of a bumpy ride,
but i'll be hanging on tight.

With His breath in my lungs I am coming undone.
And I cannot hold it in and remain composed.
Love's taken over me and so I propose the letting myself go.
I am letting myself go.
You are my joy.
-You are my joy, David Crowder Band.-

Monday, February 25, 2008

the people that matter.



those back home, or were back home.
AND THEY PLAYED FALLING SLOWLY AT THE OSCAR'S!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

craving.

that familiarity.

it all seems so strange, so surreal.

that click when my key fits into the lock. the number 1. the confidence I have when walking into that store, knowing where everything is placed.

The painful past and the many sweet memories.

Thank you, you and You for the past 3 months.

Now, to BE EXCITED for the next 10 months.

: )

Saturday, February 23, 2008

5 year olds.

pfffft.

a certain micallef and a certain lim are getting on my nerves.

10 mails of 'EPM Tute Swap' followed by another 10 mails with the header 'PISS OFF'.

so, i had my tenpin rematch, without Densy. how can??

PFFFFT.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

you know I'm such a fool for you.

i miss my 14 year old self.

The one who had to be forced out of bed at 7 every morning. The one who clutches her pilsy from house to house, and falls asleep on the rocking chair in mama's and only wakes for breakfast at 8.00. The one who then stumbles back to the rocking chair, falls asleep and only wakes in time to shower and to have lunch prepared by her aunt who slaved over the stove the entire mornng, while her butt was conveniently glued to the rocking chair before aunty bus shows up at mama's doorstep at 11.45.

I miss my 16 year old self.

The one who gets back from school. Showers and then seats herself at the marble table waiting to be served. Then with her hair wet, falls asleep on the rocking chair after reading the day's papers, only to be found by Mama, who will then heckle her about going to sleep with her hair wet. Then as she slept, Mama will fan her with her tiny kipas, to spare her from 'tau fong', or in its literal translation, head wind, when she's 40 and greying.

My nearest and dearest.
My mama and kuche.
: )

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

my technicolor dream.

'yi mai ping'.
'limau ais'.
' sai fan'.

late night rendezvous'.

'last one there buys red bean lo. '

speeds from one end of ss2 to the other, overtaking the other competing 'team', running out from the car(s), jumping over drains, almost landing ourselves in front of an oncoming myvi, having everyone stare at us as we run breathless and laughing hysterically into the shop.

seen the person whom i've been wanting to see for the past 3 months, catches up on life, plots events that may or may not happen over the next few days, have the car shat on.

speeeeeds home.

never ever park car beneath trees outside makhbul.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

are you kidding me?

Sondre Lerche in Singapore on the 14th?

I'm pissy. So pissy.

I want to whack balls flying at speeds of 40mph.
I want to hang off a 'cliff'.
I want to scream my lungs out, 65 metres up.
I want to bump someone off the tracks.
I want a tenpin rematch.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Friday, February 15, 2008

i think i'll name my daughter ginger.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrLzdLyahWI&feature=related

fatty's the best-est. along with kimchi. the sisters. and everyone else.

: )

be mine : )

bestest v-day ever.

long drives. decanter. pink cushions. tealights. swensen's. amazing race asia finale.

more of these please.

if only didi was there with us three.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

hello. good morning. goodbye.

speaking of cementing your foot to the ground, and cuffing myself to the bed post,

in a way, i can't wait to get back to the number 4, por por head, nova, jason*, the runs from st kilda road to dodds at 12 in the morning, peanut butter jelly sandwiches every morning, coffee runs before exams.

who am I kidding?

I've got the family here, mango lo with fatty, didi, and clare, more late night bowling with the ptooey and densy, and maybe ah chong, nasi lemak every morning if i wanted, hassan's rojak, sunday mornings after church at jalan alor, movies with moms and pops.

There really is no place like home.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

spastic-ism.



bowling four fries.

for more stupid pictures/ and juey's directorial debut,

that warm fuzzy feeling.

Before the world began,
You were on His mind,
And every tear you cry,
Is precious in His eyes.

~~~

Nothing you can do,
To make Him love you more,
And nothing that you've done,
Could make Him close the door.

-So You Would Come-