my shop will be featured in march'06 edition of FEMALE!


the year end's coming! and so is my parent's 25th wedding anniversary bbq. HAHA.. can't wait to feast my teeth into juicy chicken wings and cheese cuttlefish balls. yummy! i'm actually more interested in the food than celebrating their union of 25 years, really.


birthday's coming but my mum hasn't gone back to work. no dog for me. what a spoiler. i anticipated the existence of Ruffles for more than a year. ):

there's something about waking up early in the morning that makes me insanely happy and bright. my feet feel lighter, and there's a happy air all around. even the traffic lights turn green at the right moment.
of cause i could attain such thrill by setting my alarm at 6 in the morning, just to wake up to hit on the snooze button for a thrillion times, and eventually turn the alarm off and fall right back to sleep, and feel blatantly overjoyed to be able to.
:D

i like watching people doing silly things for other people. haha because it's funny. especially during the festive season and end of the year, most people start becoming queer. and they begin to lose the self restraint they've been having during the rest of the year. they say they're broke more than half the time and suddenly they have enough to spend to tell you there's a burnt hole in their pocket. (no mo, with no ref to u) and then you start to see people doing blatantly sweet things for others which make spectators feel all warm and fuzzy inside. and you feel so all-seeing and all-knowing because you know what is happening even before they do. mauhahahaha.. despite all the comicality, i am but one of them.


shuckssss. so can you see what i can't see???




jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way...

once again i was thinking about how nice it would be to have someone to just sit with you and keep you company, a person that you're with not because he's the wittiest person you know or something that you have the most fun with or that he's the best listener you can find. too many expectations are tied with these titles and each and every time he falls below standard, you feel disappointed at his failture to live up to what you believe him to be. moreover, all these qualities are replaceable, the moment you find someone else who's funnier, or livelier, or conversely quieter or more realistic. maybe a special someone is a person that you find the most natural to be with, not because he has any particular traits or characteristics, but because being with him is the way it has always been. when there is no need for spoken words as they are but talismans to ward off the silence. when you are comforted just by that person's presence and the recognition of the fact that you are not alone.


and then a sudden revelation hit me. maybe i should stop judging and expecting and under-rating.


ilu.

morbid thoughts consume the mind leaving me in the state of nothingness.
my sanity is in question.