Monday, February 25, 2008
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.
: )
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.
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.
: )
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.
'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.
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.
: )
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.
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.
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
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-
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-
Sunday, January 27, 2008
the silence is deafening.
a sudden departure.
a tidal wave of emotions.
a 'i'm so happy you have a papa'.
i'm fine, and I hope that they will be too.
a tidal wave of emotions.
a 'i'm so happy you have a papa'.
i'm fine, and I hope that they will be too.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
so easy.
to want to give in.
Too easy to be the one who falls.
So hard to be strong, to be the one who soldiers on.
Too easy to be the one who falls.
So hard to be strong, to be the one who soldiers on.
When the music fades,
All is stripped away,
And I simply come.
-Heart of Worship-
Monday, January 21, 2008
that mutual understanding.
yes, that one.
2 years.
Time changes a person, and maybe those feelings you once used to have.
A question of what could have been?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I've got a story to tell.
Speaking of botak boy,
this reminds me of the time, where this dood from camera house went through all the trouble (annoyed his colleauges, help lug my groceries aroud, infected his laptop with my virus infested usb drive, and the list ges on) to undo my mess on a photoshop-ed picture.
a whole hour for a 29 cent print.
there still is hope!
: ) : ) : )
this reminds me of the time, where this dood from camera house went through all the trouble (annoyed his colleauges, help lug my groceries aroud, infected his laptop with my virus infested usb drive, and the list ges on) to undo my mess on a photoshop-ed picture.
a whole hour for a 29 cent print.
there still is hope!
: ) : ) : )
toe-tapping, finger-snapping.
stacey kent - breakfast on the morning tram
on very rare occasions, have I fallen in love with an album on my first listen.
oh botak boy at rock corner, thankyouthankyou for being ever so patient with me.
i'm happy, are you?
: )
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
bittersweet.
I remember the times where I'll tag along for the car ride to drop my sister off at your place.
I remember your skates which we ruined.
and I still have that Donkey Kong of yours with your last name imprinted on it.
I remember your skates which we ruined.
and I still have that Donkey Kong of yours with your last name imprinted on it.
Picture Perfect.
..........................................
How much more dense can one get?
And if you think its you I'm talking about, you're wrong.
And it doesn't help that one emo song is playing after the other.
Time to visit the grandma and be all happy clappy again!
: )
Friday, January 11, 2008
Its that time of the year again.
When you pack em' up, and ship em' away.

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