Another year without the stick bestie di tanah air....
And yet,
HaPpY BiRtHdAy DaViD ChUa ChOnG KhEnG!!!!!!cant access hallmark e-card page for a reason )= i already did created an account! but its just refuse to load the page at such crucial moments. which thence lead me to create something of a more personal touch infused with incredulous AMOUNT of sincerity and MUCH love!
*grins*
though this post and greeting was made at 12 midnite on the day of your birthday, well, at least i dedicate a WHOLE post to you? and I'm actually creating all this before my slides for tomorrow.
awwww rite?
so yeah. go get a real cake from your mates over there. all i can afford is a 2D butterless, sugarless, and flourless one virtually. heh
and in the same package, here's the *hugs* and *celebratory hair ruffling*
alrite old chap, now that birthday's over, that's the end of all hoo-has.
mine coming coming................................
yes, i delight in poking fun at you still dav (=
loves lot,
mei
*grins*
though this post and greeting was made at 12 midnite on the day of your birthday, well, at least i dedicate a WHOLE post to you? and I'm actually creating all this before my slides for tomorrow.
awwww rite?
so yeah. go get a real cake from your mates over there. all i can afford is a 2D butterless, sugarless, and flourless one virtually. heh
and in the same package, here's the *hugs* and *celebratory hair ruffling*
alrite old chap, now that birthday's over, that's the end of all hoo-has.
mine coming coming................................
yes, i delight in poking fun at you still dav (=
loves lot,
mei
reason? the library's her new favourite place. even on sundays (=
the whole campus was quiet, unlike the buzzing weekdays. felt so good.
even the library was almost souless.
and this nerd gets to choose her seat by the window with the sun.
milo in hand and thick volumes in front, suddenly, it sort of feels so damn cozy.
and she lasted for 2 hours plus, before dozing on pages of books
she dreams kit kat.
and jas came ring-a-ring
"mei mei, remember you told me bout the MNG clutches u wanted? its on sales now!"
hmmm.. 2.30pm, library closing anyway.
eats kit kat, and zoom to the curve.
no nice clutch.
walks about looking at many other pretty things.
wonders if there's a need to spend even? *contemplates*
*spies cheese tarts*
bought and devoured.
this nerd happy and satisfied, and home she goes.
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I take the marigolds you hold dear
and peel the petals free.
You can see the wind take them on the journey
while the teardrops run down your cheeks.
and peel the petals free.
You can see the wind take them on the journey
while the teardrops run down your cheeks.
the fine line between comedy and tragedy
luck or me, I think its time for a change. and I think garnered enough lessons and smacks to snap out of it.
"yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery and today is a gift. that is why it is called present"
-quoted from kungfu panda-
whilst in subang parade. while shuan is busy ransacking the racks, two adorable human turned the store into a playground.
quite an amusing sight, watching their quirky antics about.
a streak of dusk, and the feet still trod, the night still live and you can still hear us laugh
*grins* feel free to guess what's she doing in the car...
against the light, nothing much is dark
if the girl wants the pyramid, she will have it either way *grins*
and i'll be happy to tag along...
in that 10 hours of scavenging for sales and spending every bit of money, food is ESSENTIAL for every shopper's soul
im waiting
still waiting... while she's inside
at the finish line of the marathon, there's still bits of energy to conquer the pyramid; in pictures and in vain
* * *
heh
jol, this is us waiting to call you. (= shuan almost rubbed her eyeballs out
us, in action
she, in action
thirst quenchers
mei: *looks in awe*
shuan: *pose with satiation*
when two happy-sore-feet overrides thrift
* * *
and you would have think the night ended just about after that. but i stretched it quite a bit, considering, how often do you have the whole house to yourself and your best friend over for the night? *grins*
when i said shop till drop, i literally meant drop. *grins* not physically, but more so chemically.
la la la. only them will know what i mean. 2 and a half round and im still here. (=
when i said shop till drop, i literally meant drop. *grins* not physically, but more so chemically.
la la la. only them will know what i mean. 2 and a half round and im still here. (=
in loving memories.......................and many more sweet memories to add! (=
after so so long, we finally managed to celebrate yee's uber belated bday lunch; back in pizza uno where it all began. for last year's birthday was celebrated there as well. only with a different crowd. hui ting and khe cia was in the picture too! (=
2007
2008
seasons changed, crowd changed, people changed, feelings changed, even faces changed (figuratively). and yet, somethings remained together. even old habits die hard, as much as you try to overcome them. *grins* principally, our nature, our stands and who we are, that didn't change much. and maybe perhaps because of that resistance for change within, we alter the surroundings to fit you. hence, the change..
-i hope i make sense. i suggest you slowly read to dissect my words-
-i hope i make sense. i suggest you slowly read to dissect my words-
atypically us
them girls taste like sugared lemons
no, this aint blair witch project
someone stole my look.... damn
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and as i was mentioning about old habit dies hard? sher came back with my jose today. but it was leaking through a hairline fracture. must have suffered a bit through det's driving. *tsk tsk* well, ze jose cant stop bleeding, so i decided to resuscitate it with some transfusion and a lil' change in its outlook.
well, the original bottle was a figure of perfection. therefore, it will be mummified and the remains will be somewhere in the closet. whereas, the newly ressurected 'coca-cola light' will have to stay out of the light for the mo'. till the timing is right. *grins*
my baby all strapped up by vini poo
and this him before plastic surgery
after plastic surgery and transfusion
so, anyone up for a cuppa coke light?
living under the dark rain cloud is not an ideal choice of life. reason?
- you'll turn soggy and prunish with that amount of rain pouring on you
- there isnt that MUCH amount of rain to fall upon you
- your wish for rain will drown others just as much
- a lot of sunshine means a lot of sunburns
- some things are light-phobic. they thrive in the dark
- the sun is warm till its 10pm. after that, it scorch
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before your head scrambled up in thorough confusion, im just messing the weather in metaphor with happiness=sun and sadness=rain.
we all get our blues sometimes in every year. and i myself am a guilty culprit that i had resolved to not indulge in the impracticality of a rant. i love ranting. to certain individuals. it makes me feel shitload better, but i pity my rantboxes for hearing me out.
what i/we suffer now, perhaps is just a bite. many out there got mauled so terribly and yet they dont even give out a squeak. think of a small kid in africa who has no bathroom and had to bathe in a mud creek somwhere with a hippopotamus *quoted*
or some teenage girl living in a cramped room after the death of her whole family and dogs and after her best friend stole her boyfriend and suddenly she's ostracized for being ugly and depressed.
suddenly, exam woes and heavy assignments are peanuts to their picture.
so i decide to be happy sometime in life. despite the junkload of messed up affair under the bed (=
but happiness are infectious. sometimes shrouding others further in their shadows. tact is indeed my favourite word after prerogative and circadian. tactlessness is easilly epitomed by you laughing at a funeral.
my happiness is riding on your misery
it is that inhumane to rub off over-enthusiasm on them zombified upset souls. them people i shake my heads at. if there's anything else those depressed souls need is definitely not a bucketful of sunshine. a dollop of smile is sufficient.
and to end the afternoon, i finally found icky's cut-myself-porkchop! ahahhahahahahhahah!
we all get our blues sometimes in every year. and i myself am a guilty culprit that i had resolved to not indulge in the impracticality of a rant. i love ranting. to certain individuals. it makes me feel shitload better, but i pity my rantboxes for hearing me out.
what i/we suffer now, perhaps is just a bite. many out there got mauled so terribly and yet they dont even give out a squeak. think of a small kid in africa who has no bathroom and had to bathe in a mud creek somwhere with a hippopotamus *quoted*
or some teenage girl living in a cramped room after the death of her whole family and dogs and after her best friend stole her boyfriend and suddenly she's ostracized for being ugly and depressed.
suddenly, exam woes and heavy assignments are peanuts to their picture.
so i decide to be happy sometime in life. despite the junkload of messed up affair under the bed (=
but happiness are infectious. sometimes shrouding others further in their shadows. tact is indeed my favourite word after prerogative and circadian. tactlessness is easilly epitomed by you laughing at a funeral.
my happiness is riding on your misery
and to end the afternoon, i finally found icky's cut-myself-porkchop! ahahhahahahahhahah!
porkchop
friday day started rather bitterly but the day gets sweeter with a book and coffee hand in hand with fujita in the background *grins*
two hours from my dinner appointment with jas and rich and it was time well spent in pick and brew.
and amazingly! rich didnt get lost in one u and jas look owh-so-adorable in skirt, heels and NAIL POLISH! *suddenly i felt so dressed down* more so when sakai turn up dressed in shirt. sakai...
and dinner with them both never lacks of jas's many eyecandies and contagious laughters nor rich's weird metaphor and his classic expression with the camomile tea. *laughs!*
and the night afterwards was celebrated friday style (= there's a reason why i love my girls (pats rich's head) tho me no like you, still find you entertaining. la la la.wait, scratch that. have to like you after you saved me. LOL
*the day after is another story*
too lazy for words. shall let the pictures do the talking this time around. less cryptic too (=
the conquerors
the ration supply
the accidental surprise
the eye-catching women
the killer smiles
the driver and the grinner
the amber chia wannabe
the alien in mooie
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and so, that concludes another bangsar trip. productive, eventful and much missed. (=
what do you do when the song is in loop in your head? spread the love *grins*
2 comments Posted by muse at Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow
Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze
Down below
When the future’s architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You’d better lie low
If you love me
Won’t you let me know?
Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft
Bury me in honor
When I’m dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds
If you love me
Won’t you let me know?
I don’t want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below
So if you love me
Why’d you let me go?
I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still
So if you love me
Won’t you let me know?
If you love me,
Won’t you let me know?
yes. this is comfort food translated literally. i mean, who wouldn't love to sink into cushions of marshmallows or float on rivers of melted chocolate or dive into a pool of M&M's? *i hate marshmallows though*
and yes. indomie is part of my comfort food list. i stuff my face with them in my blues. *that explains the weight explosion*
i dunno whatsthisname but it sure looks like it would qualify as my comfort food *grins*
sugar. more like a must-have in every comfort food list.
grilled cheese sandwich. i shall indulge you only when my blues turn black. |=
and im a believer that cracking open nuts are quite therapeutic. they taste good too. (=
and lastly!!!!!! how can my list leave out thy porkchoppie/dead pig?? *keanguan, i put this up for you =p*
okays. mebbe not lastly aft all. but since when the above is a food? nonetheless, its comforting. hence it qualify.*
but today isnt about what's your comfort food. it more on the role of comfort food. and as much as comfort food are often associated with most emotional downturns, some actually turns to comfort food as means of remembering nostalgic moments. (i.e. my mom used to make me salted chicken for supper as a kid)
and yes, many out there would say, "when im sad/angry/screwed, i lose appetite, not gain them!". but there are those who seeks solace in the sensation of taste. the burst of flavour and the feeling of contentment. so much so that comfort food acts as a substitute for that lost happy affect.
only indulged in moments of need. they get us going on with life. but they dont get anywhere, but stuck there, waiting for us. in the transient relief comfort food provides, it is easier to cope. because its what they do, provide comfort (=
and everytime we're hit by downers, those comfort food are always there in our reach. how can we not adore them? always there that sometimes it blends into the background that you forget they exist. till the very next moment you need them of course.
nonetheless, cant have too much of them. you'll get obese! so stop abusing your comfort food! make them your favourite food and savour them slowly or find another way to deal with emotions people. gotta keep the weight in check.
*munch off*
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