fuzzy!

herman!

oh, hahahahahahahaha!

this is what it is

from the pages of facebook.

Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisss your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, " ...that's her."

this makes me smile... he calls me beautiful and hawt, he stays awake to watch me sleep, he kisses my forehead... probably doesn't want to show me off to his mates when i'm in his sweats (furry sweats) and holds my hand in front of his friends.

he's not much of a words person though – much to my consternation. "where is the muuuush," i'd often say. i wish he'd tell me more, how much he loves me, cares about me and how lucky he is to have me. and yes, he'll be turning to whomever he's with and saying, "here comes trouble –" with a smile

" – and i love her."

TIME'S CATCHING BLOODY UP!!!

i was on facebook just some moments ago and HOBOY was i surprised! this chap i know from school - he's only 23, a year younger than i am, has got a child! he's got a wife and a child!

(the baby girl looks gorgeous though, fell in love with her. then again, her dad's an eurasian and the mum's pretty, too. :D )


really: WAH PIANG.

Spiders On Drugs

it's real.

wish

i'm a little upset, for some reason.

everything's fine, going on great, but there's this funky little agitation going on that makes my guts itch. like i need something more. like friends.


then again, it might be the hour.

concert

oh yeah, my cousin sms-ed to tell me just how fine the chang huei mei concert was.

there's something about midnight

well. there's something about being awake in the wee hours of the morning; i just said midnight cause it sounded so much cooler.

there are great songs on the radio and the air is generally cooler. peaceful, too.


guess i'm enjoying my solitude, here, and enjoying the sensation of being alive.

brilliant artpieces

philosophical, lifelike and emphatic. by josh keyes.

drawings. his paintings here.

life

life's been treating me good. as in, really, really good.

it's quite amazing how that works out, really. and i know it will continue to work out. Praise The Lord.

the previous post

well. the previous post must've scared some people.

if nobody else it's certainly scared me! it has been duly removed.

dancin' in the morning

i overslept twice today - once when i was supposed to wake up at six and call my baby so he won't be late - by the time i woke it was seven thirty - i'd slept through my alarm clock!

the second time was - well, deliberate. hur hur


and this morning, at eight fifty, i danced to the tunes on radio in my room, loving every moment of it. and i dance exactly because i can, because i have to go to work. i love my freedom in this company - i'm sorry to leave.

phuket reality

one of the go-go bars in phuket. you don't know how young the girls are, really. you also won't see how tourism can boost an economy and destroy cultures both in the same stroke, until you think about it, after you've had your laughs and more than a few glasses of drinks.

phuket spirituality

this is one of the pictures i took in phuket. spirituality can be found at the most deliberate of places.

ya think?

cousinnn

oh yaaaay my cousin's baaack! :D

Walter and Jeff Dunham # 3

hooo my goodness. the toothbrush is bigger!

Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist

woohoo

decadence is...

decadence is having a hot bath in a big bathtub when it's storming outside.

decadence is walking into an air-conditioned room after that hot bath and diving into the covers, with the radio on.

bliss is having that special someone to share all of these with you.


..while bliss is a sea away, i don't mind settling for decadence.

Macked!

do you know that macdonald's raised their delivery price to THREE DOLLARS now?

it used to be TWO dollars! i mean, what, the price of petrol went up two hundred fold? or has there been a discovery that exhaust from motorbikes now cause immediate death?? hello, it's THREE DOLLARS.

grrr. ridiculous.

oh this is so cute

really. dooce.com is one of my favourite online reads, precisely because of things like this.

Quero leche

not the brightest bulb.