qing and i, one sees people, the other sees cutesy stuff, we never agree on fashion, we scold each other, we seem to be the most polarised individuals on earth, but somehow, with a little magic dust, our friendship blossomed:)
qing, i believe one day u will receive that book that first caught our eyes:) perhaps one that is specially catered for u. 
"we are all just breakable boys and girls"
p.s : clarafu i miss u. are u dead or alive?
note to self: this entry is sibei luan but who cares. laoniang hua hee deo ho!( hokkien slang is influenced by president and super mario)
wa ai kun liao. byebye!
qingqing, i tink u will be bombarded with my sharing tmr. hoho. apologies in advance:p
living my life as vibrantly as i can.
the sunset was a unexpected surprise as we walked out of the shopping mall. i lost the little pouch which yokey gave me:( it dropped out my bag when i was taking photos.(adieus to keys and coins) 
“Love the ones you can. 
picture credit to YewJ. When i was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life.When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me i didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life.
quote credit to QuekA
i am so proud of my artwork. a little bit from here and there from the standard templetes and i manage to make out one related to rovers:) 厉害吧！
yay, someone more reasons to smile at home:)
:) 大便主动talk to me on msn:) 好想念。。。 
this is a picture of my ah ma's old cupboard. 
did i tell anyone that i really love this photo? mayb it was only a pose for the camera, but somehow, i felt loved.
what does this picture urge u to do?
a) grab onto the handle. its time for housework! whee
b) eeks. so dirtyyyy
c) hold me tight, let me go.
at the end of the day,
ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE:D,(even if it hurts)
recently, my eyes hurt alot. mayb i should heed advice and see a doctor soon.
before i go blind.
YAYs:
1. majong session@ gc house(lose but no need pay money)(auntie killer me)(elders love me to death)
2. badminton with ky(sweat it)
3. giving gifts to the mothers. (felt abit guilty cuz i wanted to make picture college for each of them, but laziness got the better of me)(felt ultra guilty when they all got really excited abt planning my 21 than me)
"people might not rmb what u gave or said to them, but they always rmb how u made them feel".(cant rmb exactly but sth along this line)
this is why i always think that the card and things that u say matters much more than the gift itself.
post script: ok i realise this is contradictory, but... i still think gifts are never complete without cards with heartfelt feelings written on it. somethings are never made known unless being explicitly written down. even if it doesnt convey fully, somehow, u tried. and at least on the receiving end, its not a mere speculation. ok i talk too much.
because its not about the tangible and countable.
but the invisble and untouchables.
Gunung Ledang/Mount Ophir.
the theme of this artwork is inspired by the clouds up in ophir.
the right most picture. what do u see? dolphines or otherwise?
trilalala, lets enchant ourselves. 
i told myself that if i couldn't upload any more photos like the previous time i would close down the blog.crazy movie. crazy people.
but u know what?its the crazy people that says the wisest things.
surprisingly, like wad qing said, it din make me too emo. cuz its just life. sad life. thats all.
*caveat: quotes, quotes, quotes ahead. be emo or be elmo.
April Wheeler: So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?
Frank Wheeler: No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me. That's the point, April.
April Wheeler: But I don't. I hate you. You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I'll scream.
Frank Wheeler: Frank: Oh, come on, stop this April. [He touches her for an instant and she screams at the top of her lungs before walking away. He chases after her]
Frank Wheeler: Fuck you, April! Fuck you and all your hateful, goddamn - [He breaks a chair against a wall]
April Wheeler: What are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show me how much you love me?
Frank Wheeler: Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You're not worth the powder it would take to blow you up. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you - I wish to God that you had!
Frank Wheeler: How do I know you didn't try to flush our entire fucking family down the toilet?
John Givings: Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.
John Givings: You want to play house you got to have a job. You want to play nice house, very sweet house, you got to have a job you don't like.
April Wheeler: Tell me the truth, Frank, remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what's so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they've lived without it. No one forgets the truth, Frank, they just get better at lying.
April Wheeler: I wanted IN. I just wanted us to live again. For years I thought we've shared this secret that we would be wonderful in the world. I don't know exactly how, but just the possibility kept me hoping. How pathetic is that? So stupid. To put all your hopes in a promise that was never made. Frank knows what he wants, he found his place, he's just fine. Married, two kids, it should be enough. It is for him. And he's right; we were never special or destined for anything at all.
John Givings: I'm glad I'm not gonna be that kid.
April Wheeler: It takes backbone to lead the life you want, Frank.
April Wheeler: You're just some guy who made me laugh at a party once.
April Wheeler: I saw a whole other future. I can't stop seeing it.
April Wheeler: Frank Wheeler, I think you're the most interesting person I've ever met.
April Wheeler: Just because you've got me safe in this little trap, you think you can bully me into feeling whatever you want me to feel!
Frank Wheeler: Well I support you, don't I? I work ten hours a day at a job I can't stand!
April Wheeler: You don't have to!
Frank Wheeler: But I have the backbone not to run away from my responsibilities!
April Wheeler: I've never really been anywhere.
Frank Wheeler: We're gonna be okay.
April Wheeler: I hope so. I really hope so.
April Wheeler: Won't you miss the city?
Frank Wheeler: Nothing's permanent, right?
April Wheeler: Right.
April Wheeler: Look at us. We're just like everyone else. We've bought into the same, ridiculous delusion.
Frank Wheeler: I want to feel things. Really feel them.
April Wheeler: Who made these rules anyway?
April Wheeler: Don't you see? That's the whole idea! You'll be able to do what you should have been aloud to do seven years ago, you'll have the time. For the first time in your life, you'll have the time to find out what it is you actually want to do. And when you figure it out, you'll have the time and the freedom, to start doing.
Frank Wheeler: This doesn't seem very realistic.
April Wheeler: No, Frank. This is what's unrealistic. It's unrealistic for a man with a fine mind to go on working year after year at a job he can't stand. Coming home to a place he can't stand, to a wife who's equally unable to stand the same things. And you know what the worst part of it is? Our whole existence here is based on this great premise that we're special. They we're superior to the whole thing. But we're not. We're just like everyone else! We bought into the same, ridiculous delusion. That we have to resign from life and settle down the moment we have children. And we've been punishing each other for it.
John Givings: You a lawyer, Frank?
Frank Wheeler: No, I'm not.
John Givings: I could use a lawyer...
Mr. Howard Givings: John, let's not get started again about the lawyer. John Givings: Pop, couldn't you just sit there and eat your wonderful egg salad, and quit horning in? [Returns his attention to Frank]
John Givings: See, I've got a good many questions to ask and I'm willing to pay for the answers... Now, I don't need to be told that a man who goes after his mother with a coffee table is putting himself in a weak position, legally; that's obvious.
Mrs. Helen Givings: John, come and have a look out this fabulous picture window. [She walks to the window]
John Givings: If he hits her with it and kills her, that's a criminal case... Mrs. Helen Givings: Oh, look, the sun's coming out!
John Givings: If all he does is break the coffee table and give her a certain amount of aggravation and she decides to go to court over it, that's a civil case...
Mrs. Helen Givings: Maybe we'll see a rainbow! John, come have a look... John Givings: Ma, how about doing everybody a favor? How about shutting up?
sidenote: one fren said im becoming like a taitai. the other said im becoming very vulgar. another said i am too deep. another said im too childish. another just remained silent. which one is right?
it alienates but yet tugs at ur very heartstring
its emo yet numbing
at the end, u will just manage a heavy sigh and whimper and suck it up.
life goes on
ps. i feel like the female lead in he loves me, he loves me not.its SOOOOO fucking frustrating talking to u.i wish u would just disappear from my life.no i dun mean that. u drive me crazzzyyyy. validation.kbox.over-rationalization.dance wildly in ur fucking iron cage.love me love me say that u love me, need me need me. make it real or take it all away.delude baby delude.ur hot den ur cold. ur yes den ur no.ur in den ur out.ur up den ur down.ur wrong when its right. its black den its white. we fight we make up. we kiss we break up. u dun really wanna know, no.
den today yuny and i finally had our Kbox session:) 
还是好朋友，比爱人长久。But what was there to say?
Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted
together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at
the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honeyed-coloured shoulder had a
semi-circle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long
after it was over. Only that what they shared was not happiness, but hideous
grief.
Only that once again they broke the Love Law. That lay down who should be
loved. And how. And how much.She remained sitting for a while. Long after the song had ended. Then suddenly she rose from her chair and walked out of her world like a witch. To a better, happier place.
The red had bled away.
Silence hung in the air like secret loss.
However, for practical purpose in a hoplessly practical world...
yi qie bu guo shi guo yan yun yan. (ie. life is transient)
im thankful that the last few moments was coated with sugar glaze.
the different colours exploded into a supernova.
reminder: the thank you speech will come.
naaley
