Nothing Lasts Forever.

loh pak ko. barli peng. roger's chicken wings at 2 per piece. (TSK!for chicken barbequed by the roadside), kat chai shin mui.

Its a wonder Malaysians aren't any fat-ter than they are right now at the rate we're all eating.

'payu udara', how to flirt with you 'si dia', bagaimana mengurangkan erhh double chin?
ahahahahaha!
(few of the many bimbotic comments Den the med student made in the span of 2 hours)

'we like hanging out with her cause she makes us feel smart'. - Mich, Jue

ohhh, I'm going to miss all of them.

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

After a year of being away,

the many attempts to hold my water in when someone makes a stupid comment and I get all red-faced, how whenever we meet up its always for food, or whenever we meet up there must always be food, (the Malaysian in all of us!) how the friends' boy stories never fail to entertain me, how the past is relived in voices, pictures, that card hidden beneath that pile of books.

These moments I hold dear to my heart (and not because I can use it against them friends 20 years down the line. haah.)

A lesson learnt, and not too late.

I'm happy : )

wrong number.

oh, she (Farah Fat) thinks she's busy tomorrow!

We'll have to see her sunday then!

We'll tapau nando's or something.

Sent to Farah Fat at 2230hours.

whoops?

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

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me.

-Somewhere over the rainbow -

Listen to Shawn Mcdonald's take on it.

There's no place like home.

I see food everywhere.

mochi. chow tau kwei (I don't know how to spell it). the best chinese pancakes ever. the not so good ais kacang. those white translucent balls filled with sar kot. siew mai. fried chicken wings. asam laksa.

Pasar malam.

Familiarity.

oh, how good it smells.
Literally.

and then I'm off for a milo ais in an hour.

the gang.

Memories.

http://dionney28.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html

from a conversation with fatty and didi.

the currypuff gang days relived.

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.

angsty.

the weather is getting to me.

half the time that i'm supposedly awake, i'm really actually feeling sleepy.

i don't mean to sound like some ungrateful Malaysian who's trying to forget my roots, but I am finding it difficult having to adapt back to the Malaysian way of life.

no more alone time sipping coffee, while watching the world go by.
on the bright side, i can probably get an ice cold kopi peng for a dollar fifty.
(i just realised ice cold kopi peng is a completely redundant statement.)

no more waking up to clear blue skies.
well, at least i don't have to go around wearing sunblock. Better still,I probably won't brown too much even if I ran out of the house forgetting to slatter banana boat all over myself.

no more hanging out with the sisters, whiling the saturday nights away watching crappy teen movies.
the parents are better in some sense.

i guess its really not so bad after all.

humdrum.

if you've not known already.

I'M BACK!

to

hazy skies.

deranged motorcyclists.

cheecheongfun in the mornings.

didi, cla,juey, denisey, rahrah, theotherfatty.

pushi without the chehchehcheh and the rafah. : (

life is beautiful.

i think.

crossing paths.

if I were him, I'll know your birthday.

22steps, Damien Leith.

Thank you, you, you and most importantly You,

never thought I'll ever say this.

but I'm going to miss this place.

The things you guys did for me, I'll hold in my heart always.

No one ever went to such great lengths for me.

You guys really showed me what it is to really love and to care.

so thank you(s) and You again.

i can't get no, satisfaction.

when stress levels are at an all-time high, the last thing anyone should be doing is trying to suck out pearls from his/her empty 'bubble cup'.

teeeeheee.

all i've been doing all morning is creating a racket here in the library, with all my pearl sucking, shapes crunching, nonstop keyboard tapping and erh, the one or two phone calls i had to pick up.

real sorry.

tomorrow will mark the end of my first year at uni. time does fly.

i usually detest blogging about the 'hot' topic of the moment.

but this deserves a mention.

i am sosososososososososososososo proud of those who took part in the 'BERSIH' rally.

enough said.

mmmmmbop.

new kid on the block.

(or on my itunes at least.)

shawn mcdonald.

i like.

And I'm not going to question, why You're so faithful

Why that You give me the blessing that You have.

All I need is Your love to carry me on by.

All I Need, Shawn McDonald.

And Racheal Yamagata too.

Have a great weekend people.

when your mind's made up.

genius.
add 'once' too my all time favourites.

i love emails.

so good to hear from friends after so long.

it feels good to be able to ramble on and on and on, and for people to actually reply with a

'you've made my day'.

time to go on a msn hiatus?

thank God for gmail.

chain reaction please.

an act of kindness goes a long way.

a free coffee made my day.

i hope the gift of snickers will too!

i learnt a lot today. not in the academic sense. (though that will be good too!)

go catch my drift someone.