I'm lazy, I'm feeling screwed so I'm just gonna post photos. They go in order.

{ Baby, you're making me lose control. }

I'm in Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Hong Kong. And I'm shopping, shopping, shopping. Which makes me happy, happy, happy!!

End of post. I'm lazy.

Think you know me?Think again.

Here's a list of things about me.Run a check.

I AM NOT:

unfriendly
mean
fierce
ignorant
heartless
indifferent
totally selfish or selfless
insensitive
a brat
a brand whore
of high-maintenance

I AM:

pretty outgoing
trusting
stubborn/determined
emotional
lazy, but I mug when I need to
serious when it comes to work
irritable at times
easily satisfied
very proud of my family and friends
an optimistic emo-freak
half a neat freak
picky when it comes to shoes
vain
individualistic
biased in love

So, how did you fare?

;D

Now, I'm typing this post before any of my dear beloved friends really start believing that most of my inspiration comes from the dear ol' toilet.

As stated before, that the somewhat erotic prose was inspired by the toilet. True, yet not so true. Well, you see, I do not just thump myself onto the toilet bowl and wait for inspiration to hit me. I kinda, read materials when I'm inside the toilet and most of the time I get inspired by the various articles in the paper written by our local journalists. Note: I'm refering to the quirky and blatant articles.

Personally I have two spots of inspiration, my bed and the toilet in the master bedroom. Logically speaking, I think alot in these two spots cos' there's almost nothing to do while I'm in there as contrary to most of the bedrooms that you guys have, I have nothing with moving images in my bedroom and the only electronic device is the radio. So when you're surrounded by stuffed toys, books and everything stationary, you kinda start thinking about everything and anything, leading to weird thoughts in the morning which keeps my mind spinning till the moment I start reading my paper.

Conclusion? No, my inspirations do not come because I'm trapped in an ammonia-filled room. It just comes when I've got nothing better to do and when I read inspiring works of others.



{ I just think of you and I'd smile. }

I'm lazy to blog about what exactly I've been doing cos' currently I'm seriously sleepy and feeling really diarrhoea-ish. So to summarise it all, the past few days have been pretty eventful, specially with all my mood swings coupled with silly antics and crazy behavior but on the overall, all has been great. This past week has been, tough and sometimes just so hard to pull through but I've made it. Of course it was with the help of wonderful friends and my dear boyfriend. Thanks guys, I really appreciate it.

Below are random collages of pictures taken over the past few days; enjoy.

{ Baby, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and it'll always be that way. }

Being emotional does not equal to being weak

This post is for all the girls, and guys, out there that are, somewhat like me. We're emotional people, and all emotional in a different way. Some of us cry, some of us have mood swings, some get more affected by issues around and immerse in them but the bottom line is, most of us are emotional; some of us more, and some less.

Personally I fall into the, 'pretty emotional' range. Yes, I cry alot. Just not around people. To me, crying is a form of release, a way of expressing feelings that I'm unable to put into words. Almost like how babys express their feelings; just in a more, controlled manner.

So, here's the controversial idea of how crying and expressing your feelings openly would only be justified if you were referred to as weak.

I was brought up with this concept in my head, I mean, my mum's a really strong woman, or she has grown up to be. So I have been taught since young that in order to be strong, I have to mask my feelings and stop crying. Sadly, it kinda never worked.

That whole process of growing up set me thinking; does crying really make me weaker? And would not crying make my life more, successful in any way?

Honestly, I think it doesn't really matter what you do to, relief yourself of the emotional torment and agony of the moment but what you do after; making things better, fixing the issues and moving on.

So don't come telling me crying's weak, cos' it's been keeping me from depression and all that follows with oppressed emotions.



P.S.: Sorry to all that have been trying to reach me via my cell cos' I've actually got it turned off. I'm gonna stay offline too as I'm feeling a tad PMS-ish and I'm gonna stay in isolation. Mood swings never got so bad.

Presenting: Home-made Baked Seafood Macaroni!

Kudos to my mum for splendid lunches everytime I decided to stay home and hermit. I love my mum.

And next, here's welcoming the graduates of Tekong, Wei Xin and Matthew!! You guys are well on the journey of becoming men!
(imagine your own standing ovation here)

Okay, I'm gonna go feast on my lunch. Ah, cheese. ♥

Thanks be to He who lets me live again.
For He gives me the chance to breathe again.
He who holds me in His embrace and lets me find peace in His wisdom.
He who gives me courage to speak the truth and shows me His love in His forgiveness.
There are not enough praises that I can sing for Him,
But cherish all the beautiful things that He has given me,
And walk in His way.




{ Thank you baby, for everything. }

My baby is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yay!

Went to town with Bernice and Jx today to just chill and hang out before going for choir practice at night. Did alot of random stuff,had alot of fun. Kinda felt like the 6 months holidays I had after O'levels. Nostalgia.


I'm feeling less hermit already, specially after playing badminton with the girls yesterday and just sweating/laughing everything out. Guess sometimes it's good to just, hermit a lil' and then go all out to have fun. Prolly makes the fun more,fun.


Oh, oh, I'm finally having dinner with Jojojojo tomorrow! Can't wait! It's been such a loooooooooooooooooong time since we hung out together. Dinner date!
;D


I'm gonna go,space out for awhile more and I keep sneezing. Sniffle.

(Uber old photo. Like, starting of the year?)

{ Nothing is more soothing to the mind and soul than being craddled in your arms. }

(I just like the design. Not too keen about SAF stuff though.)

(Pardon the consecutive posting of pictures of my ugly thing.I'm just infatuated.)

Anyway, I just got the air knocked out of me by my mum. It was an accident but she totally jabbed me in the right rib with the stick-ish end of the mop. Hard.

And before you know it, it was, "Argh!" *INHALE* I was gasping for air. Big time.


Alright, that's about all I wanted to post. I'm gonna go have lunch. Omelette!!!
<3

Till now I've had:
2 glasses of orange juice for breakfast,
Laksa for lunch,
Low-fat strawberry-flavoured yogurt,
A glass of Redoxon,
Loads of water,
And my daily pill of Evening Primrose Oil.

And till now I've been watching Discovery Channel all day long. Except for an episode of Early Edition in between.

I feel healthier already, intellectually and physically speaking. Who needs spas when you can get all the health and relaxation you need at home? And obviously, all these are only possible during vacation.

Remind me why I love vacation periods so much.
;D

Excerpt from 'A.N.G.E.L' by Natasha Bedingfield

If I could be your angel; protect you from the pain. I'll keep you safe from danger; you'll never hurt again.


{ How could I ever not love something as beautiful as you. }