happy belated birthday my dearest baby elaine. yes that's you. e one with e 'happy birthday' pillow on your lap. wanted to post this 2 days back but e sch computer was crap. so only managed to post this now.
anyway i love you girl. you're mean so much to me. thank you for entering into my life. :)

and also.. happy birthday lily! my pretty flower.. miss ya so much.

posted new pics in most albums in photo gallery. go take a peek yeah.
- moments
- milestone
- good old times
- zouk 19sept

yawns. damn tired. gotta rush for econs seminar now. what crap.

damn the school computer.
freaking slow.
grrr.
cant access to my blog, cant post any pictures.
what e fcuk.

welcome back alvina! i cant wait to see ya later. :)

i missed e premiere of bachelor3 last nite. darn. really wanted to witness how catty those women were. managed to catch e last 2 mins of it on tv mobile and surprise surprise, several of those single women have those slanted sluttt eyes which i think are absolutely grosteque. bitches. grrrr.
and sobs, am gonna miss the final episode of my fave 9oclock drama today. e appeal of e show lies in e debauched portrayal of relationships. e misdemeanors of wrongdoings. all in e name of love.
what's love?
it's equivalent to lies, deceits and degradation of moralities. it pushes you to e brink of insanity. at e edge of losing your mind. with one feet dangling off the limits. you plunge. into the dungeons below. it's deep. you'll drown. you scream for help. but he walks away, ignoring your desperate calls of help. you sink to e bottom and never surface. you may revive. but you're never e same.
i'm not e same.

oh yes as i was saying, darn once e show ends, what are our nightly conversations gonna be based on, elaine? no more practical criticisms on each and every minute ominous and foreboding details which we proudly highlight and which e director had overlooked. oh well. we can write our own scripts. cos we're in e midst of our respective dramas.

your cordial invitation,
of wanting to spend time with me.
i wish i cld refuse you.
i think i will reject you.
though it's too hard for me to resist.

temptations may overwhelm.
what's lost in e moment
mite be carried away.
i don't want to see you.
i do.

stop me.

posted some new pics taken last weekend on elaine's new dig cam. with my 2 beautiful babies elaine and elise. town on fri nite and millenia walk on sat nite.

behind every smile,
lies concealed and unspoken sorrows.
say cheese,
in pretense that the souls' at ease.
without any release,
bottled up vents may soon erupt.
e eventual may turn out ugly.
ugly and irreversible
done and irredeemable.

don't spill
you're dear to me.

listening to: my thoughts running ard aimlessly.

growls.cramps.grrrr.

sniff sniff. i'm having such a terrible cold now. e computer lab's freezing. damn the rainy day.
i need your arms ard me
i need to feel your touch.

it's been a long while since i blogged my thoughts. been missing me? grrrr. my computer's down once again and i have no idea when it'll be in working order again. i think it's beyond repairs. any computer geniuses out thurrr?
i just signed up for kickboxing in school. oooh. cant wait to unrevel the power and violence within. heeyahh.
am i so glad that the week's ending. i cant wait for e coming week to arrive.
aniticipations:
1- sweetie alvi's arrival! absolutely can't wait to see my dear friend once again. been missing her tremendously.
2- elaine's birthday celebration! ha it seems as if everyone's psyched abt e upcoming partying session. maybe we all shouldn't get our hopes too elevated or else disappointment might set in. hmmm but i'm sure we're gonna have a blast. i'll make sure we will.
3- overdose of spirits. as insane as it may sound, i miss the woozy and tipsy feeling. the temporary fulfillment and escape from consciousness.
4- being with all my dearest friends and having the time of our lives. let's make it good.
wait. on the other hand, i'm dreading the week. e submission of all the heavy weightage assignments and much more to come. dread dread.

it's strange. to realise that e essence of passion lies in the indecency of an illicit liaison.
the feeling of not having makes me yearn for you more.
even though i have no idea where the appeal lies in.
maybe it's because you've never granted me a promise.
keeping me on e edge
and attempting to intepret the hidden meanings of your words.
thrilled
by pleasures derived in the form of idiosyncrasies.
only temporary contentments.
yet permanence can be achieved by continual extensions of each expired temporary.
i have a stinging gut feeling that i've become too predictable.
that i'll portray to you.
but underneath it all..
you'll never know.

coming soon: further exploitery excitements.