Archive for January, 2007

Bookshop Moments

me + bookshop + 10-second selftimer function on camera = this

57 comments January 23rd, 2007

Beaver Tales

Friendster, in the three years that i’ve been using it, has brought into my life 3 good things.

one of them is this guy :

everybody, meet Kevin The Beaver!

22 comments January 22nd, 2007

House of Mirrors

i have come to a point where i. close my eyes and look inward at myself. and dont like what i see.

i have become a montage of every single girl i hate. every single guy i despise. why am i slowly morphing into things i least want to be? is this some kind of weird psychological subconscious movement?

what’s happening?

once upon a time, being myself was easy. then i got scared. now i dont know how to be myself anymore without feeling like i should cover up some skin or talk less.

i crave something. 2004 and sitting curled up in the passenger seat of a car. and talking. just talking. and understanding things together without even trying. there was a sense of belonging, a niche, a comfort, a home, a safety net that would always be there to catch me when i fall.

i’m falling now. and even as i’m falling, i’m asking myself.. am i falling the right way?

January 21st, 2007

I Really Need To Sleep Like Now

we’ve all got a bit of a perfectionist in us. i know i do. i just want things to be perfect. when people grab my hand and say, tell me, tell me everything!, i wanna be able to grin at the perfection of it all before i tell my perfectly perfect story. i dont want to hide anything. i’ve had enough of hiding things. i dont want to cry anymore. i just want to love. and i wanna know that i’m special. that there are special things. i dont want this doubt. i want teamwork. i want moments. i want affection and i wanna be spoiled. i wanna give affection. i have so much affection to give. i have so much love to give.

family is the best. my parents just came home with this huge chocolate cake. 3kgs of pure, unadulterated, lovely, sinful moist chocolate cake from Secret Recipe. coz it’s my mother’s birthday. my father got her flowers. isnt that so cute? my mother looked so happy that i couldnt bring myself to be mad at her for ‘borrowing’ my uber expensive shoes and favouritest ever bag without telling me. it was so funny, the moment she walked in the door and my eyes landed on the aforementioned plundered items, she rushed at me with wide open arms and wide open eyes like O___O and squealed, “dont scold me!!!”

aiyo how to be angry like that.

plus she brought back her birthday cake for me. yummy. i love you mummy.

16 comments January 20th, 2007

Between The Want Of Signs

the 60 minutes between 3am and 4am is always my most pensive hour. it’s that special time where everything in my house seems to quiet down, leaving me alone to the volume of my thoughts. even the refridgerator becomes more subdued. so i always use this time to think. or to blog. but today i have nothing to think about, nothing to blog about. all i know is that i miss somebody. and i wanna talk to that somebody. but he is sleeping right now.

you know, the thing about finding someone you really love and are totally crazy about. after that, no one else is good enough.

January 19th, 2007

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