My Heart Goes Out To You

For the unborn children that never got to the chance to see the world,

for the human lives lost through induced abortion,

this one's for each and every one of you.

R.I.P.

Madagascar 2

Leaves much to be desired.

The storyline.

The animation.

The graphics. (Nothing beats Pixar.)

The laughs.

"Okay la..."

I Dreamed a Dream

Ever had one of those dreams you wished you would never wake up from?

I just did.

***

But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I Don't Care

Or at least I don't want to. But who am I kidding if not only myself.

Your smell I don't want to forget and the after-taste of your spit still lingers.

Thinking of you still makes me smile and I'm not sure if that's healthy for me. Although, it might still be healthier than smoking but that's beside the point.

I might still miss you too, only in tinier pieces.

I guess you'll always just be one of those people I want but cannot have.

Et c'est la vie.

Life is Gay

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if everyone was just gay.

We're All In This Together

I cannot fathom how this movie ever made it to the silver screens.

It was such an effing gay-tard movie.


Ugh.

"Good Lord!"

So not worth my 8 bucks.

"Geezus!"

Welcome to The Showdown of Champions

Tuesday, 18 November 2008:

I got paid to do this:

I even got to observe the match from the upper tier:

John McEnroe vs. Bjorn Borg

Roger Federer vs. James Blake

John McEnroe/James Blake vs. Bjorn Borg/Roger Federer

This pass got me everywhere around the stadium...except the players' changing room. Nyeh.

This is the closest I could get to FedEx.
And I'm not even a fan.
Heh.

Old fart.

I was really supposed to be an usherette. I did carry out my duty for like...an hour before escaping my station and started roaming the stadium. In all fairness, there really wasn't anything left to do after the first hour elapsed.

Jobs like these, I like. =)

p/s: More pictures on my Facebook.

You're My Everything

To the greatest mum in the world
who taught me
to see and not to look,
to read and not to watch,
to listen and not to hear,
to speak and not to say,
to chew and not to gobble,
and who showed me
unconditional love;

Happy Birthday!

I LOVE you,
with all my heart,
forever and always.

Love,
your daughter

The Last Lecture

...is a New York Times best-selling book written by Randy Pausch, a professor of computer science, human-computer interaction and design at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States. (Source: Wikipedia, the free encylopedia.)

One of the valuable life lessons I learnt from reading that book was how to make a good apology, of which there are 3 parts.

1. I'm sorry.
2. It was my fault.
3. How do I make it right.
   

Most people naturally neglect the third part as I've come to realise of late, and it is actually the more significant part of the three as it demonstrates sincerity. I do believe there is a big difference between a "seriously" and a "sincerely".

Alas, if there was one thing someone has taught me well in recent years is to not care. I never thought I would actually have something to thank you for in my life, maybe aside from contributing to my existence for which I can't even say I'm truly grateful for. But nonetheless, thank you. =)

p/s: Sometimes I wish I could feel again.

Home

Welcome HOME, sexy!!!

Love love YOU!

p/s: 'Oh, I miss you, you know'

Painting The Town Red

Meet Pip.
(Tentatively named.)
Now I need a job to pay it off.
So...who's looking to hire?
*Flashes one dollar grin*
"Hurhurhur."

Goodbye Finals and Hello Regimens!

'Twas after good riddance of finals (Monday), I reached home, exhausted and mentally drained, stepped into the house and my mum's first greeting to me was, "Do you know what you can do now?".

Clean up my room, organize my room, help clear the house were some of the few things that came straight to mind as I casually responded, "What?".

"You can start drawing up your diet plan and exercise regime."

... ...

"Okay, mum. I shall get right onto it."

At least I know what should be top on my to-do list. Heh.

Sweet Surrender

It was a long arduous road,
blood, toil, tears and sweat,
I offered
but I fret.

The long drawn out battle,
over now
but I'm unsettled.

Though thankful to still be alive,
to emerge victorious,
is what I strive.

Even if it's only
by the slightest of margin,
I'd take it boldly
and celebrate my win.

But until the 28th of November
I'd remember, remember,
I will for now get lost in
a sweet, sweet surrender.

Post-finals. Almost.

I'm at the finish line.

Waiting for you to cross it with me.

Hold me, will you? ;)

All the best!

Ruffled Feathers

Feeling a lil pissed, so forgive this tirade.

Some people are just unfortunate to be born without filters, hence the inability to tell what's nice to say and what's not.

I'm not being touchy. I do know how to laugh at myself, believe me. But when insults are thrown at my family members, I take offence.

And honestly, apologising after a slight only adds insult to injury.

"No offence."