Car With Style

i thoroughly approve!

PIGEON KICK!!!

YEAAAAH!!!

The Original Pelican Eats Pigeon

WOOO! one for the pellie!

Original Motion-Activated Sprinkler vs. Pigeons

gawd i hate pigeons!

money

you know what?

i'm going to make money. i'm going to sell whatever it is that i can sell. not my body, of course - but what i can sell, i will sell. hell, i will even buy then sell.

you just watch me!

the meaning of a brother

i think, today, i found out the meaning of having a brother.


a dear cousin showed me. it made me cry.

seriously. he stood up for me.

ego

"let there be light," the husband said.










and the wife let the lights explode.

Mr Bean Dance

and this is how he went

-grin-

yes, today's been an eventful day.

again, cousin saved the day; i got a jar of marmalaaade and some bread too! :D yummm


it's amazing how the simplest things can bring the warmest of sentiments. yep, times like this i'm so very glad that i have family around. bery bery blessed leh!

...though to top it off, i came home to my mum's phone call... and she was telling me, amongst other things, that i should wear a carved penis......... ^^'

flu travels

i had the flu today, and hadn't turned up for work. felt so bloody tired that i fell into a deep deep sleep during the afternoon - it was with great effort that i had managed to drag myself out of bed and get myself to the doctor's.

well on the way there i saw, through the rusting zinc barricades, a half knocked-down (or half-built) house. it's like one of those houses you see in war-torn countries, only this one stands beside a perfectly lived-in and undamaged one in the "upper crust" part of the island. i noticed there were some polo shirts gently swaying in the late afternoon breeze from a makeshift clothesline on the second storey of the house. i gathered that might be the place where the inhabitants slept and rested at - after a long day's work or even in-between periods of hard labour, perhaps?

there was no wall behind the clothesline when there would usually be a wall - i could see the clear sky behind it. nobody was in sight, neither. did they really live where they worked at? it's quite nice to live where you build. though... it's kinda sad that whatever you live at and build will never be yours.


that glimpse and thought was enough to send me further into my contemplations, while i was in the bus hanging on for dear life with the bus driver's F1 antics.

..well, actually the bus was rather empty and i was seated - i just felt like saying that so you would think i am one of those moody-thoughtful types. :P

anyways. so i wondered: is it possible that some people will always live in such "war-torn" conditions no matter where they go? i mean, if i may make the assumption that those clothes belong to immigrants who come to "where the fish is plenty and the sky is always blue" to work - is it possible that those people had moved from hunger to having "having a roof over their heads, sort of"?

assuming that they ARE living in that particular spot, of course.

even if they weren't. where do they put up at? from a rambling country to a walled-up (ish) cubicle. which did they prefer, walled up completely or just walled-up (ish)? hoe long did they have to stay in those kind of uh, homes? does it matter to them anymore?

because, goodness knows that they are going through what our forefathers are going through - only difference being our island being "new land" back then and we had the chance to take it. right now... well, right now singapore's taken.

what gives?


and those were my thoughts until i suddenly realised that i was at my stop.

night out

mr hedgehog made my day again! :D

i would so date him if we weren't related. lol

the sheer genius!

this reminds me of jasmi

am happy. am very, very happy.

yes, i'm happy.

today is the boyfriend's birthday.


happy birthday, dear. :*

plant

relationships are like plants - you can't water it once in a month and expect it to grow healthy. relationships are rarely the cactus kind.

you can't give it fertiliser and water and tender loving care only to keep it from dying - if you were doing that then all you will be doing is trying to keep it alive. isn't it way better to be able to enjoy the plant by keeping it healthy by giving it consistent care? don't you, as a gardener, like to take care of the plant? or are you the kind that would rather have a nap or eat a sandwich instead? if it were the latter then gardening isn't for you.

then you're just setting yourself up for "parasites" that you will have to lose sleep over.

worms inside your face

do you know what the black stuff that's been rubbed all over the chap's face?



...a live roach.

SSSOCIAL

for a long time now

you know, i hadn't felt this good about myself in a long long while. i'm smiling, actually happy while i type this in the wee hours of the morning with only the nightlight, despite knowing i'll bloody pay for it in the morning.

well, if i'm going to change something about the way i did things, this (the blog design) will be a start.

peace

it's easy to see how things can get out of hand when you're in love.

you don't realise you've become another person so you can 'give the best' to the other chap, who you think will give you the same things you are giving him.

i can't believe i allowed myself to be unhappy for this long a time.


well, that's going to change. i'm going to be happy.

i promise to treat my charming self better.

little miss's saturday evening with mister hedgehog

quick non-lyrical update: one lovely day, even better evening.

well. mostly better evening than lovely day. :)


thank you, mister hedgehog, very much. i've had a wonderful time, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did ;)

xkcd.com

i'm a fan because of this



and this.

testing, testing.

this makes me smile.