accidental surprises are always lovely. (= was suppose to just head over the curve and had dinner with birthday boy icky.
and we ended up watching colbie caillat performing 2 songs before femme reluctantly leave for dinner at 945. *laughs*
all in all, it was fun slumbering in the loo, letting loose eveything.. then painting faces on two beautiful dolls and ending the night with fantastic acoustic by colbie (and the soprano laughter of m&m).
laughter's always the greatest dose of anti-sadness.
p.s yee.. your absence was devastating! we had to resort to using m&m's and shaun's fon for pictures... *rotfl*
"barney's dead, barney's dead
he got shot on his head
no more purple dinosaur.."
-femme-
under the birds and above the sea
will you be there to whisper?
amidst the rushes of wave's symphony..
moonshine on the rocks
like silver sun on gleaming mirrors
on a whole bedfull of nonsensical humour
we admit the child within
and pouting in each diminishing moments
to flutter the lashes in awakening,
awakening from the abstract bloom
scenario:
two daft ducks got lost. daffy 1 thrashed directions given by cat. cat went speechless. then there were hissy spat between cat and daffy 1. cat hissed and trots away.
hypothesis:
two daffy ducks proly cock too much in their ponds that they couldn't comprehend cat's directional message.
conclusion:
i bring out the best and worst in people.
truly, there were many wrongs today. i wrongly plant in the minds of people of whom i was pissed at. sorry hairy daffy. i realized it aint you im mad at, but your name just came too conveniently. i was raging at daffy 2. he's the one people would proly defend should i slander him in any minute way *spits disgustingly*
such hypocrisy.
that even i thought otherwise of him on our first few meetings. but it takes a while for the dust to settle, then despite the fact that quack spread his white illusion around, it all seemed so plastic to me.
or perhaps its just only me.
-i would had readily admit that my directions were a tad too brief. but that's as far as i will go to saying sorry. for i had gave them other options. but you had to come and spite me first, then play the good guy by sayin "thankyouforyourdirections" ever so pretentiously and sarcastically.
two can play the game you ugly daffy. lucky i have kittens beside to tame me. or it'll be an ugly picture.
*then again, it already is you hypocritical king*
you're so not worth my pent-up rage and time. walk your arse through that door yourself thankyouverymuch.
-though many had said that if you were repeatedly spared from death, you'll have a valid reason to keep on living. me, it's so thrilling that momentarily my senses fail-
i have been damned.
three is almost always a crowd when there's more than one gender involved *grins*
femme asked "would i be marrying the person i'll be dating?" struck me in a moment of surprise. for marriage never came across my mind in any ways -yet-
of course unless if you count my dream wedding dresses and flower bouquets as part of the thoughts of marriage, i had never seriously consider that issue at this stage of my life. but when it did came to me in dreams, i always wake in cold sweats
-married to that one guy, waking to him everyday, cut off from all the other hunks there is, and then there's kids, then the in-laws......-
that even marriage in dreams are nightmare, what more here in Life? shites. i have commitment issues.
but let's rationalize...
what am i to cry about? the crush who never knew? the feelings you thought were true? the future you want to be?
i believe i am more selfish than that to cry over anything but myself. i dont feel sorry for endearing people in secret. neither do i feel sorry when they found themselves someone to love.
so, there's really no need to wet a shoulder *heh*
but for others, the first cut can hurt till the tears trail blood. we cant call them a fool in love for i know (despite the lack of on hand experience) that our devoted emotions can change even the steeliest mindset.
why and how? perhaps i'll answer that after i get a taste of one *laughs*
for now, i'll just sit and stare at the passing moment, waiting who's gonna stop for me (or not)
femme said im too independent of mind that i intimidate.
*grins*
huimei & huisze
mei & jols
my vini the poo
i see too many fade away
if you wonder how to make it right
give me everything, everything tonight
sometimes, many a times, i often wonder, how in the world did we came about living at the top of the ladder? with the myriads of bastards and fools at my front and back-gate, im amazed i have not conform to their stupidity.
and the ones who can play their act so well that even you and i wont believe he's a shameless two-timer. i give my applause. to think that they can live their day like any other day despite the damage they had done. it's as if all the shattered pieces of life they wrecked matter not. like those pieces were never a whole figurine they once adored.
and so they move on with life, leaving us to mend those bits and pieces that when even pieced together, wont be the same statue of faith no longer.
but will you move on now? will you take a step back and see what is worth living and what's not? the many other reasons for you to step out of the hole is all beside you, waiting for you to grab the handles, and open all the doors to get away from that hole.