Death Warmth

Who says one cant take shortcuts?
I took a shortcut last night to cure all that. Well. At least, if not all. Perhaps. Some of that.

Woke up this morning at 8am.
No slightest bit of remorse.

I have agreed not to talk to Feelings

Mind and Habit are acquainted because Mind's friend, Heart, and Habit's friend, Feelings, were best friends - in fact they still are.

Whether their closeness is legal tender for a friendship between Mind and Habit is yet to be decided.


But I truely hope not.

Must invest in laughter

I know

It's a chalk-bright afternoon and I'm at home, curtains drawn.
It is bright, alright. I know because my eyes still hurt from the penetrating sun rays. What curtains.
I cant sleep any further.
I wake up.

I am on msn. Friends tell me of their evening plans, songs to hear for the moment, alot of "hahas" and "hehes"..

Are people happier everywhere else in the world today? Sure seems so.


The sun is still shining.
Good.

I need a little bit of sunshine.

Hillsong Live - Healer (This Is Our God)

If Friday nights are to be believed, this makes me a certified night owl.

Greetings from 3:30am...

Tonight, briefly:

zouk, filled up application, velvet: bellini!, winebar, deli, home.
Did not have the luxury of a "party friday" - we didnt want to - Was falling asleep from horrid red wine.

Talk about tiredness, I all but ran to bed.
I'm even online now :D

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Bought curtains 3 months ago, but they never happened.

You see bands, chains across the head

Have you seen 3 retarded ones at the same time?

Kanye West would be really happy

A nail's guide The beginning: The desire to re-coat my nails every once a month

The now: The overwhelming desire to re-coat my nails every once a week

My eyes and body are still at apparent loggerheads. Eyes want eye-shut, body doesn't care. While I try to appreciate them both, I have decided to give in to the eyes.

P/s I finally got to speak to shawnie boy. I miss him. I've said it many times but..... I miss him.

xx,
Ready for rest - Mxx

Now I understand I love youu

The boy has done studying. :))
and .. I'm done waiting... ahahahahahhahahha

We're back from the kitchen after 2 slices of durian strudel.
Breath stinks and now cant kiss.

No matter. In defence of love no less. We will.


I love youuuuu wild child.

xoxo,
cute nails.

Jesus Christ, the Lord of all

I am of the belief that,

"You are beautiful beyond description, too marvellous for words
Too wonderful for comprehension, like nothing ever seen, or heard.
Who can grasp your infinite wisdom, who can fathom the depths of Your love.
You are beautiful beyond description, majesty enthroned above.
I stand, I stand in awe of You
I stand, I stand in awe of You
Holy God to whom all praise is due, I stand in awe of You."

which means I wish I could string the words of my heart in writing now, to tell you how beautiful my Saviour is, how the love of Christ charms me beyond and over my understanding, how I could explode in love now -

Except I cant seem to really piece it

but if you would know -



Christ pieced me.

Abit Flighty

18-Jul-08 Friday
Girls in twos.
Throw stars. Night calm, enthusiasm infectious, love intense, passion at best.
We installed ourselves at Palais, not much an update as an excuse to spend more time together since time out of hand - and the only schedule we could fix was... well. This schedule.

Hung on to the last shreds of conversation till Pingb leaves to catch the train. :))

My Take

Her Take

As if trying to convince myself (that I will eventually manage to wake this log up)

I manage to keep from strangling the Boy, who is now fast asleep on my bed. Snoring.

Knowing he came by tonight with an effort to beat my ice storm, I allow him another 5 mins of nestle in the bosom of my beloved bed before I start my kickboxinghimup.

The heart is an extremely self-sabotaging hunter

Now - feeling like a stranger in a strange land, I wonder if I read to burn out some of my existence; to take myself away from the now, place with where Belle D.J is in my current book.
It is the renewed enthusiasm that I read this, and continue to do so. I dont want to put this book down.
I think I'm frightened that if I finish this book, I might remember where I am, now.

Am I reading to bury self?

Question answered I suppose.


Frank humor (Please pardon the use of explicit words):

Man to Woman: Your handy cut-out-and-keep translation:

I've never cheated on a girlfriend: I've never had sex with two woman in a day, at least not without showering first. Probably.

My phone doesnt get very good reception here: I'm going to turn off my phone when I'm at her house, in case you ring.

I think of you all the time: I think of you when I'm sending you a text.

Where have you been all night?: Dont you dare do any of the things I do!

You're the only woman I've ever really loved: I tell this to all the girls.

I'm not a liar: I'm a liar.

And ever wondered why women have the reputation of being the more demanding of the two sexes when men are actually just as the fussiest little fusspots on the face of the earth?

Example: Pain. Ask a woman for a list of the most physically painful experiences and you'll get an answer like childbirth and brazilian waxing, in that order. Men, on the other hand, find shaving cuts an ordeal. Shaving cuts. A wee blade getting a touch too close to the skin.

Male egos require constant stroking. Every task is an achievement, every success epic. That is why women cook, but men are chefs: we make cheese on toast, they produce pain au fromage.
But they are no clever housewives if you ask me - comes the mistake of, maybe turning white wash to pink, burning a hole when ironing, washing socks with suits - But obviously being a man, and therefore having a man-sized ego, neither the man or woman will bring it up again.

It's not unfair. It's just that. Fact.

Mistanning Episode

19-Jul-08 Saturday
I could never tire of the smell of the sea or the sound of a volleyball game in the wind.

I'd been expecting some tanning action with the girls but the weather made sleeping-in at 1pm look like a good idea. There were alternatives, such as shopping and pets-viewing but we were already there - What to do?
Green Tea and stuck on tanning beds, reluctant to even shower up.

We just heavy cloud tanning. And for a good few mins, hiding under the big umbrella - pouring heavily.

Closer examination of my saturday proved it wasnt so bad after all.
Managed to shamefully cop myself a Laura Lees (like, finally! after a duper long fancy), size M altho I'm a S, clearly I couldnt find S, I knew it was wrong and yet I couldnt help settling for it. :)

Met up with the Boy and his mom for dinner. A feast, and then I made them both go to the Pet Safari with me. I could stare at the dog-dogs all day.
It is a comforting.

Yet come night, my stomach lurched and gurgled. Into the dark warm night. Discomforting.
I fell asleep, sad and distant.
I woke up the next day, at the same spot, still sad and distant.

End examination of my saturday proved it was quite bad after all. (insert pretentious laughter)

Obsessed with the What and Why but never really about the How.

There is really nothing I can write that would not have already been expressed better to God.

Sometimes, I hate the world. And the people.
And by that, I guess,

I mean to say myself too.

I hate tonight.

On another note, my mom mentioned her "brillant" idea of renting out a room (my sister suggested MY ROOM) since she hasnt yet found a job and obviously,.. the good money that comes from it.

While I may hope for the change of my mom's mind, deep down in my heart I know I wouldnt be able to give her much more than I already am - Yes, we're talking Moolah here.

So instead of saying, "NO!"..
I told her, "I'll think about it."

(You must know, this isnt only my house. My mom is my dad's wife and oh ya, she gave birth to me, what do you think?)


I have never felt so far away from my room as I have sitting on my bed now.

Recount the saga

The Saga of sorts

Same but different

My opinions are so influenced by my own experience and beliefs, I'm not keen to engage in justification and debate.

The walkway

Stepped foot outside to the urban. Almost 11pm (night to beat the heat :))
Met up with my inner circle.. We don't meet for the food, nor the place, nor even the fantastic conversation we always have.

We come for the no-reason-we-are-youtubing-at-home-like-tofu-in-bed.
Better off spending some money on cabs, walking everywhere with the city dwellers. Hehehe.
Spending time with Sharonpova always makes for a satisfying time.


Luncheon Meat Crisis

My Picture-perfect girllove

Share breathing space and a raspberry skinny latte

P/s I Love Kim

P/p/s Happy Belated Birthday Pingb

Obvs, ‘tis the reason for a slumber party. Very soon.

11-Jul-08
The glitter-laden SALE signs along every boutique.
Snatched up nothing.
In a nutshell: Don't waste your time.

Bash of a slumber party + pineapple malibu + pillow fights ... aaah, that's more like it.


So, the floweries.
Where were we so flowered?

Urgh. Hate my laptop bag.

Tag: MXX the Master Wu Gui, Sharonpova the Crane and Pou, the Kungfu

Which to a girl like me is emo rock.

MXX and Sharonpova.

Thanks for the beer and duck on dough.
It sure made me sleepy on the way home.

My world, if you can imagine, of regular lover friends.

Everywhere I go, I take them with me... Yeah.

Of acquired taste. Yummilicious.

Lined with gold

Dazzle razzle. Casual. Casual queue.