Tis' the season to be Jolly :D

Ho-ho-ho-ho, Merry X'mas ya'll :))
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Dear Santa,

I've a confession to make: I've been naughty but in a nice way. So, does that make me naughty or nice this year? I really want a white Sony T-series camera this year :( Could you just make my wish come true this Christmas please, please, please? At least I'm honest! :D

ps: I don't have a chimney so just ring up my cell (it's a kind of telephone) and I'll open the door for you! Cookies & Creme will be welcoming your presence with freshly baked scents! And we have to camwhore for a bit before you leave alright?! xD and no, I didn't forget the milk!

Thankiew Santabuns!!

xoxo, Sarah.
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:D

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I'm so glad you understand me santa, beacuse I've been misunderstood all this while.

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Lovers at heart,
I've not forgotten your touch,
Gentle embraces,
Wrapped around in grace,
If I had one wish for Christmas,
Not last years', not next years',
But for all the Christmases;
Warm us up Santa,
Keep us tight,
Remind us of true love,
Remind us of generosity,
Remind us of giving,
Remind us, so that we never give up;
Remind us, so that we'll get to see the Christmas to come.

//Dearest stranger,

I love you and always have. Despite all the shortcomings, the events and bad luck, mistakes will come and go. You are a part of me, a part of my life. Never will your essence be gone, even if you lived a thousand miles away. My smile; your memory, your embraces; my memory. The cutest moments will always be remembered, in those special places that only you and I have gone.

To what's coming, to what that is meant to be, I've given my heart for you to love and care for. Carry it well, carry it proud, as I've carried yours all this while. It is a tough world out there, so let's continue to support one another, let's laugh together, let's enjoy this moment.

Even in the toughest and darkest of times, love may not stand out even when it's shining its brightest, but know this- that I'll always be here, and try as I might to be your light because I hold you dear here <3

I love You.
xoxo`

Lickety, lick. Yum, yum. Kissie kiss, muahs :)

Now, let's partay!

Interpretations.


As promised, a post on the Cadbury experience. What is this Cadbury ex-huh?

It is a caravan that travels around Malaysia(I think) telling stories to children in rural areas. I was asked to help out for the day and get paid! So, I went lah.

Anyway, I had to wake up at 6am and travel for 2 hours till we reached an orang asli kampung in Sepang. That's like travelling to Ipoh by car; speeding at 120km/h. But ahh, that's not the point.
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I slept the whole journey because I don't wake up that early. Yeah, piglet me. After reaching the kampung, we found out that the caravan had some engine problems. And so, we got delayed. From storytelling at 10am, we started around 1130? or was it 12? Anyway, here are some pics.
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While waiting for the caravan to arrive, some of the very excited children came early and gathered at that small spot there.
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Haha, retarded me. But look at the bus- have you seen one like this?
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Storytelling in progress. Adorable aren't they?
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I was actually very surprised on how sporting they were despite being in a different environment for a while :)

*Just a note: The temperature outside the bus was, let's just say 'scorching hot' and we helpers were pampered with 3 blasted airconds in the bus. ;)
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If you've read so far and not know that Cadbury is a chocolate brand, you're really dumb -.-"
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Was tired as hell; cannot wait to head home ! :p

Glad I went along to help, glad to have met these kids. To see them laugh, smile and be merry was a satisfaction more than deserving.

Welcome back to ME :)

Here's the lame post Elliot :( Written in 10 minutes, all non-nonesense, nonesense.

I'm amazed at myself how long I kept away from blogging. But the reason was worth it. School holidays kicks in; in other words, this means a total kick ass holiday season, I hope.

It surprises me how much can happen during the half month period. Activities splurge in one after another; sleepless nights begin; throw in a fatty mamak diet and there you spell purposeful , perhaps?

There is always something to do and somewhere to go. A day never goes by with boredom and you can actually feel your energy being drained out of your own body. Movie tickets fully booked, cc's fully packed. Everywhere you go, there will be an increase in human bodies. But, who doesn't know this already? It's only normal it happens anyway.

On another meaningful note, I recently sat for my Japanese Proficiency test last Sunday, which makes me so relieved I'll finally be able to sleep. I was anticipating for the exaggerated anxiety to be over. It has been eating me from the inside. Plus lately, my parents haven't been jovial. The problem must be me once again. When will I ever get to live my life without being complained to, everyone else? Both of them seem to be having PMS. Sigh, what a way to start the holiday.

My legs are aching, wait, scratch that. My whole body is aching due to an expedition that was revently held. This time my camera died on me and there was no charger. Thus, you shall not get any picutes :p If you wish to see SOME, click on Ethan>Daniel at my sidebar :)

Well, at least now, I have my bed to sleep on, my own bathroom to use, an aircond room, a bug free environment to live in.

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Maxwell 2, period.

I once wrote a journal entries for the 3 days that we were up in Maxwell- the first time up. This time, I am not even inspired to write about it.

What was different? or rather, what was the same?

Few activities were different, if you can call it that. Everything else was pretty much the same. See, for the first time, I have to crack my brain open to write something about Maxwell. *goes away for a while to get a drink*
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Okay, here goes.

Hiking up the hill was not unfamiliar to us. We could all split up and still find our way to the bungalow. Carrying extra weight seem to make us hike up an hour and the half faster than hiking without them. How interesting. As usual, hiking up wouldn't be fun if there weren't dramas, for instance, Ken attempting this steep stairs of stone as a short cut, but failed the first time, painfully. Let's keep it at that only, shall we.

So like I said, even if we broke up into groups, we would still make it to the bungalow. None of us got lost this time, and no one got bitten by leeches. *Hallelujah*

Cutting the long story short, we did what we did the last time we went up. Except that this time, after waking up from my afternoon nap, a new game was introduced to us. It has no name, but I shall just call it, the Bang-Bang-You're-Dead game. It was a game in which the obvious isn't so obvious but obvious anyway. The ones who got it right, slapped themselves left right, center and self proclaim themselves smart; the ones who didn't get it right as quickly as some (that's me) started to feel like a clown amusing everyone else. Oh, the agony and frustration.

Bohnanza was as usual, in play 5 times a day. Don't you guys get bored? :( I did. Sigh. Anyway, the kitchen utensils were used this time. Ken & Yang were the cooks (don't know why they like to cook together so much...hmm)

We hiked up all the way to Maxwell's peak and saw a satellite. What a sight. Uh huh. But I'd admit it felt like an accomplishment. We played some blind man game IN THE DARK. Hah! that's something different :) It was fun but painful at the same time. I knocked my knee into the fireplace area, and limped-hike down the next day. I respect and admire blind people even more now. It makes me wonder, how they live their lives every single day.

Cc was cc-like. Fun. Period. Less is more. That's why I won't say any more.

In conclusion, the "holiday" this time was taxing on my patience. Living with other people, in the same house is scary when their true colors show. It was amusing to see some of them make fools out of themselves. It was priceless to see how an ego as high as Maxwell hill itself, explode. But there will be one thing I could choose to forget, but never will it be gone. That is why, this time, my "holiday" here, felt dirty even before I could start it.
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Next post up: The Cadbury experience :D

I'm already warmed up.


Tralalalala. Sarah is happy, sarah is ecstatic, sarah is joyful, sarah is pleased, sarah is perkish, sarah is thrilled, sarah is glad, sarah is delighted, sarah feels excited, sarah feels gay, sarah feels a little love, sarah feels blissful and blessed and elated with positive aura!
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There might be too many happy words to be read if I continue writing :p

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"This is a great step ahead for my loves; I can only wish it'd be the same during my birth month." -myheartskipsabeatbecauseofyou.

<33 loves.

Why bother?


In life, there are certain things that we do towards ourselves/other people that leaves us questioning. For example; why did I give away my last candy to the little boy?, why do I study?, why didn't I use the shortcut?, why don't I smile anymore?, why am I selling myself?, why did I become a fireman?, why did she/he leave me?, why do my parents argue?, why do some people choose to go to college @ 20?, why bother giving away presents when they wouldn't use them?, why did God choose me to be an orphan?, why did I cut myself?, why do people like Bush exist?; so on and so forth.

Yes, why bother? Why bother knowing the answers to all the above if what we did was out of true will? Why do we question our sincerity?

Reasons to why we question:
- As we grow older in age, we tend to think more. Mid life crisis perhaps?
- We HAVE to do those things, or else ___ (insert ans)
- Just for the sake of thinking.
- Because those things affected us emotionally/physically/mentally.
- Because we attempt to figure out the reason/meaning of living our lives. In other words, trying to understand life itself, which in return will only confuse us.
- We regretted taking/going down that path.
- We find it challenging to ponder over small questions like those, and question the many philosophies of life and choices.
- Our life lacks significance.
- Because we don't want to repeat a bad history.

Next step is, after we bother answering these questions, what next? What would we do if we knew the answers? I'm sure if it came out to be a positive/good answer we'll all continue living our lives as it is with all the happiness surrounding us. But what if it comes up to be a negative reason? Let's take a question from the top: "Why did I cut myself?"

1) I hated myself/I hate myself
2) I'm depressed/I was depressed
3) I just like pain
4) I like to see blood
5) There is no point in living because no one loves me

... so on and so forth.

What next? Do we slap ourselves senseless and tell ourselves that we ought to stop it and treasure life instead? Do we stop and and a step back to reflect? Do we continue being that way? Do we seek for help? Do we just wait for the pain to go away? What would we choose to do?

They say, in the end, good things come to those who wait. Wait for the answer to come to you instead of seeking for it; wait for your happiness to come back to you instead of searching what makes you happy the most; wait for the day where someone comes and tell you why you became a fireman; wait for the day someone offers you a job; wait for the day you die so you can ask God? Seriously, does it really work?
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I got distracted and lost track of what's on my mind, so I shall stop here in case I go out of topic :)

Gawd, I told myself I'll be damned if I posted this up but it spells h-a-p-p-y, so yeah, it's posted alright! I love you so, my cousin :) Tho you beat me in 02jam (I know -.-), I knew you did it with love. And, thanks for the hug; you made my Monday a tad better to live:D

"If there were reasons for me smile, one would be because I'm happy to be finally freed from questioning anything that makes me feel worthless/helpless."- thevoiceinmyhead.

xoxo`

I laugh at reality.


Konbanwa minna san. Issashiburi da ne? Well, well, here's yet another statement to tell those who read this blog of mine that I am not dead, yet. I've been so busy and tired both mentally and physically that a writer's block emerged. Though, I do not call myself some prestiged writer or any of that sort. Wow, four sentence and already the first disclaimer.

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Okay, before I go on, I shall now state here that this is so not a I'm-so-vain-full-of-my-pictures post. Why am I even telling you this? I'm sure by now, you are thinking to yourself that I'm implying that you're just too dumb to understand what I'm saying. No, no, don't get me wrong. There you go, another disclaimer. Life is full of disclaimers.

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So many things are happening and I don't even know where to start or I'll start rambling. Once that happens, surely there's no way to stop me or stop your ears and eyes from bleeding. So let's better not go there.

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What's been happening, some of you might say? Ahh... but alas, I cannot disclose it here. So many reason to, but so many contradicted reasons not to.

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Oh wait! I can tell you, something. Japanese exam on Dec 2nd and guess what? I'm hiking a mountain :) God, my life is so freaking interesting. Don't you think so? *cue sarcasm*

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Gosh, this is getting annoying and boring. I'm going to leave now.

*Was this post informative in any way? [tick one]
( ) Yes.
( ) No.
( ) What's the meaning of informative? -.-
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By the way, after being away for such a long period, I will be on hiatus mode once again. And then, when I'm back, the drama of my life shall begin once more. Nope, sorry, I'm not going to satisfy your curiosity. Not today, not until I feel like it ;)

Ending on a random note, or rather a question:

"Could you define justifying your undying love for someone".

Think this: WWJS? What would Jesus say?

If you have any harship/depressing/heartbreaking stories to share, feel free to e-mail me :) I could listen and maybe give you with all honesty and sincerity some words of encouragement and love.

Free hugs!

Big yellow taxi.


Just the other day, it was Big,Unc. D's birthday. He is ALWAYS 21 years old alright? So, tell him that ;)

Just a belated dedication:

In our lifetime, maybe some would come across the blessings of God; many wouldn't get the chance to. With a kind heart, a dose of humor, and not to forget, being a kid at heart at times, one of my blessings is to have met Uncle D and his wife, Aunty Irene.

I hope you live a great proper life with lots of love showered and continue to stay 21. You are one of a kind.

Happy Birthday Big D!

Hahaha! Eating ice-cream *grin grin grin*
Dashes off to show Aunty Irene :D
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I attended Unc D's party @ his place in *censored* (privacy purposes). It was a normal party with lots of people I have never seen before, let alone know. I was bored and surrounded by adults :( So, I went to the park nearby, and later on visited my friend's house. There was a doggie there! His name was Hero. Such a macho name right?
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Was trying to kiss the Macho doggie :D
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Oh, look Grubbey, I found you another macho friend :p
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Haha, this is just cute. Look at us!
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Cam-whoring took place. Derieved from boredom of course ;)

Shameless.
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I was really sleepy thus a dungu pic of muah. I slept a while later.
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Would you call a mirror picture a classic style of cam ho-ing?
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You are here by my side.
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Meet the babe who calls me jie jie. Haha. The toilet is damn hot mmkay. Perspiring like nuts.
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Whatever ;)

Frustration might cause one's despair, the rain might dampen one's spirit, but that doesn't mean they won't there when you need them.

Oh hallelujah Mother mary Jesus Christ, please grant my Brother some brains. His apparently, is stuck at his arse. I don't know how long I can stand his nonsential lectures and senseless arguements. It's like saying the river has legs to walk. Please have mercy! Amen.

x`s & 0`s ::

The boyfriend and I.


He came back from work early enough to obtain the element of surprise. Instead of stripping down to nakedness into the shower, he entered the kitchen. Dinner was at 7 and he had to prepare, roasted lamb with mashed potatoes and some coleslaw before his baby came home.

Determined to get it right, he got to work! But where were the spices? Where were the vegetables? Oh no, he said to himself. But despite the sudden realization that he wasn't familiar with the kitchen, he still wanted to make it right.

He searched diligently and got what he wanted. By the time he got the meal done, it was already 6.30pm! He was running out of time. Why so, you'd say? Because he has not washed up, showered and decorate the table. Thinking that he was Superman, he washed the dishes with too much soap, he showered, and he set up the romantic ambiance to a first class standard.

The doorbell rang. His baby has come home. But not in a way he'd expect her to be. She was drenched from head to toe. He had not realise that it was raining. Quickly, he took a towel for her. She had a bad day at work. She looked so stressed and tired that he didn't have the heard to get into all that dinner excitement alone. She went up to take a shower and came down.

She saw some things in the kitchen which he had forgotten to clean up, and got mad. She confronted him and he just kept quiet. She saw the mess that he made and scolded him once more. He took her in his arms, and she sobbed silently. He knew she had a rough day, and knew that she didn't mean what she just said. He knew what he signed up for when he wanted her in his life. All he wanted to do was to make her happy. After venting out her frustration on her loving boyfriend's shoulder, she smiled at him. In their relationship, that meant thank you baby, I love you.

He led her to the dinner he prepared and at once her eyes lighted up. She was touched and immediately, she gave him a tight hug. At that moment, he knew that, that was who she is and will always be; loving, sweet, apologetic, kind, warm and most importantly, his. Not owned, but loved.

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I didn't know IKEA sells paintings. Shhh, I wasn't supposed to take pictures. I got told off twice! Stubborn me, I seek thrills in doing what others do not allow :p Though, through these pictures, you'd probably think that the thrill was short lived.

Which painting caught your eye first?
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Affection.
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Through the hardships placed in front of us now, in time we will understand and get through the turbulence. Hold on, hold tight, on each other. The ride is rough, but it is worth it. My eyes doesn't deceive the one I love.
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Peek-a-boosh.
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"Hmm, I think it's right."
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I'm loving you with a smooch or two :)
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"It's something only you & I cherish."

I <3 you, stranger. *wink

It's a doggy dog world.


Short post ahead.

Looking at the sky's falling tears is serenading. Especially when you are working your butt off at the office or in a boutique. I've been smiling the whole damn day, I think I've pulled a muscle in my jaw -.-"
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Presenting to you,

Yoshi san! "What's that down there?" , "How do I get down there?" , "I think I'm afraid of heights" :(
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Poor thing.
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So I decided to take more pictures of this cute lil thang`

"What you lookin at huh?!" :D
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"Ooooh, hawt chic!" *drools*
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Finally! After moving so much, I was beginning to think that he wasn't going to give me a clear picture :p *piiiiinnnnnnnnnnchhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
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After he went for a walk, he came back all tired. *Hugggggers*
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This is a hard earned picture. You have no idea what I went through to get this pathetic pic :( I still had to work okay! Bad Yoshi! But I still find you cute and cuddly ;p
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He himself staring at his own reflection. Vain doggie :p I'll let you in on a secret: He's afraid of heights! (As in, from the chair to the floor kind of height)
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Pooped after a day being photographed by Miss Sarah. This is my final pose! *click*
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Sunset @ the park.
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He pulled me close and said, "I want to be yours forever."

What next?

xoxo, dearest stranger in love.

You and Narcissism.

"The notice informed them that it was a temporary matter: for five days their electricity would be cut off for one hour, beginning at eight p.m. A line had gone down in the last snowstorm, and the repairmen were going to take advantage of the milder evenings to set it right. The work would only affect the houses on the quiet tree-lined street, within walking distance of a row of brick-faced stores and a trolley shop, where Shoba and Shukumar had lived for three years."
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"Somehow, without saying anything, it had turned into this. Into an exchange of confessions- the way they'd hurt or disappoint each other and themselves. The following day, Shukumar thought for hours about what to say to her. He was torn between admitting that he once ripped out a photo of a woman in one of the fashion magazines she used to subscribe to..."
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"He told Shoba about the magazine and sweater on the third night. She said nothing as he spoke, expressed no protest or reproach. She simply listened, and then she took his hand, pressing it as she had before."
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"Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. The third night after supper they'd sat together on the sofa, and once it was dark he began kissing her awkwardly on her forehead and her face, and though it was dark he closed his eyes, and knew that she did too. The fourth night they walked carefully upstairs, to bed, feeling together for the final step with their feet before the landing, and making love with a desperation they had forgotten. She wept without a sound, and whispered his name and traced his eyebrows with her finger in the dark. As he made love to her he wondered what he would say to her the next night, and what she would say; the thought of it exciting him. "Hold me," he said, "hold me in your arms." By the timethe lights came back on downstairs, they'd fallen asleep."
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Jhumpa Lahiri "interpreter of the maladies". Wonderfully written. I would continue summarizing, but I'm pooped. I'll do it another day.

2 pics I found when I was younger -.-" knn, feel so old now.
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Poser sial.
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Oyukkuri nenasai anata.

I'm learning to breathe; xoxo :)``

;Salvation is here.

Here I am, present once again to present randomness. It is a disease I tell you. But a good one :) Gory horror movies are disgustingly grotesque if you ask me. It makes you sick in your stomach, feel paranoid, think to never put yourself in that kind of scene, etc. I had no idea why I just said those above -.- Maybe even watching someone get burned alive makes me puke. Oh well, it's a choice.

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I went to Giant with my cousin to get some ice cream for the relatives. Quite in a hurry I'd say. But I'm glad I did or I wouldn't have seen this cute little thang. Meet,

Blackie! Well, I don't really know its real name but it's adorable.
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Yes you! Sleek and elegant. Such a pity that no one's able to bring you home :( Wish I could. (Circumstances don't allow it, mind you)
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Meet the boys:

Big D (darren)
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D Jr. (my brother)

Ah, males will always be males. This is how they bond. So violent, tsk tsk :p
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While taking a walk at the park, I came across this thing:

What does it look like to you? It's a log, btw.
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This is an MD. God knows what that stands for but it was parked right in front of muh boutique. My colleague & I were ecstatic to the point of guessing whether the driver was a guy or a chic.

Turns out to be a lady. Oh, bummer :p (Don't be jealous <3)
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After class one fine night, I needed a sugar boost. So, I walked to McDs and bought meself a chocolattes sundae. Yum, yumssies.

Then I saw this cat, sitting all by himself at a corner; just like me waiting for my dad/mom to pick me up. I couldn't finish my ice cream, so I gave some to this lil kitty. He ate from my spoon! But I couldn't take a pic, because my hands were full :(
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Finally, the end of the randomness;

Muh` :) I found this somewhere in the pc -.-

More updates as soon as I can feel more like a human. Leg cramps due to latin & work, fatigue due to memorizing & work. There's more. Go figure.

Toodelahs fer now ;) winkikins <3

Don't mess.

Bourne Ultimatum was a-w-e-s-o-m-e. Need I say more? Okay, I will then. Adrenalin pumping scenes, slick and quick and not exactly 'clean' wipeouts done by none other than Bourne a.k.a David Webb himself. Non stop action travelling around the whole of Europe, literally. Bourne beats any french policemen, lying down on the floor. He makes them look like poo. Fine, I wouldn't insult another country's military power/force when our own... nevermind.

An intelligent tough guy who knows how to get his way around plus a sense of humor, what more would you need to make Jason Bourne even more interesting than he already is? He's the man who fights in an old school, "kick, punch, strangle, punch, punch and more punches" style. While the other agents try to get a hold of him using tracking devices, phone bugging, camera surveilence, police forces/man power, guns, snipers, etc... he evades them just by using his head and body parts. Intelligence overpowers technology. That's Bourne for you. And it is worth 7 bucks, anyday.

Just one random question: What will happen to the world, if more people like Bourne existed?

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I've been busy and tired lately, so don't be mean saying that my blog is dead :p Don't mind if I blog a little less *winkerss

Now, this is the sign real boredom. People who sew should know what these are.
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True love comes once in a lifetime;

dare you.

Yours truly, love.

I have pictures of random stuff but I'm too lazy to get them posted. Blame it on the lack of inspiration :P muse oh muse, where art thou? ooooh, la la la. I'm loving the rainy days. Who am I kidding? Only if I wear long pants and a jacket will I enjoy the rain. Who wants to freeze to death anyway?

Randomness strikes again.

xoxo `smoooch.