9 posts tagged “photo”
Here I am, when I have to prepare to attend two events later in the afternoon and two articles left to complete by Friday (wait, that's like tomorrow).
It was madness last night at Botanic Garden, when Yani, Sam and I gathered to give a birthday 'surprise' to Aini. I'm glad that we managed to pull the surprise though it was a whole load of work to light up the candles and placing them cult-style when you are hellishly starving with delicious KFC take-outs beside you. I have to say Sam and I made a good team in doing that! But, somehow we forgot to light up the cake candles before Aini and Yani came from their 'quarantined' (and disgustingly smelly) waiting point. LOL. We were so evil to make the birthday girl wait for us at such a freaky place called the Swan Lake (though it is usually perfectly beautiful in day).
So, we made merry and more merry like some drunk fools. Not that I mind acting like a fool, I realise I don't mind being a fool when I am with the best company. So we enjoyed on KFC chicken like hungry ghosts, ate more food and more, popped a wannabe 'champagne' bottle, played with sparklers, camwhored and ran around like some lunatics whose most important screw got lost. But overall, we had fun, though by the time it all ended, I was superbly drained and was daoing Sam. LOL. And the bus took terribly long and I bet I must have looked like a homeless kid with headphones on, singing to songs at the busstops. I've yet to get got my hands on those retardedly crazy photographs we (or rather Yani) took. =)) Here goes!
We were randomly camwhoring. Don't blame us, blame the humidity and food.
SPARKLERS! It was uber fun since the last time I played it was last Hari Raya (when was it again? I tend to forget the dates.).
I was sad. I mean, look! My sparklers went dead on me. =(
&other random shots (oh! see, 'pop' the champagne moments included!) =D
P.S. pardon the last photograph. I look so unsure about smiling and Yani is just so actact/attitude can.
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Plurk has been screwing quite often lately. But I've no right to complain since Plurk is the only (fun) platform I have to communicate online with (real) friends. Twitter was once fun since I love talking to myself and exclaim out loud my thoughts, but it has become more interesting with Plurk as I exclaim out my thoughts and get both expected and unexpected responses, and communicate while working (which can be quite a distraction, but I manage pretty normally). And yes, I've ditched Twitter for Plurk, but a smallminiteenyweeny part of my heart yearns to go back there and spam with my ridiculously dumb thoughts.
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I've decided to write my post in LJ style (all the more I should switch to LJ):
Feeling: Tired & Excited (for Toys&Comic convention)
Listening to: Koko ni iru yo by SoulJa feat Aoyama Thelma
Fill the void in this picture-perfect world with your imagination.
Or maybe, the world will be a better place without mankind.
Credit to Eunice Li Shi Qi for coming up with the bouncing castle and perfect colour combination for this piece. =)
Okay, I am reminiscing my Year One days as I watch Gokusen 3.
On my way to work, I conjured a really suicidal-sounding piece of i-don't-know-what-it-is. But, here goes:
Festive Melancholy
Amidst the chaos,
I found inner peace.
Am I going to die?
Scream sounds like laughter,
Mope feels like pleasure.
Am I waiting for death?
I am not srue how to end this, but you can decode as I didn't want that situation 'I was in' to end. The title reflects the sadistic side of me. (It is supposed to show how 'festive' I felt when people were suffering in pain due to an accident. Actually I was supposed to be in pain too, but I enjoyed the torture.) Decipher for yourself.
Must be due to the loss of songs PLUS videos in iPod saga. I miss watching Wahaha PV on my iPod. *sobs* iPod touch is a loser.
On a happier note, Moriji always make my day, even when I have hundreds of suicidal thoughts running through my mind (okay, not really. I've never wanted to take my own life. But, you get the drift). Especially his cute little butt; it puts a huge retarded smile on my face, but it's for good so I won't complain about how I smile to myself VERY frequently.
Okay, being retarded again.
I think Moriji is secretly in love with my enemy, touchy (a.k.a iPod touch)!!!! See, he's kissing it.
When will I grow up, you ask?
Even I don't know.
Now I find myself thinking of you.
In the middle of a silent night,
when everyone's in their unconscious state.
Maybe I am too,
I don't know for sure.
Ah, of course I am,
for I am thinking of you.
Oh, why am I doing this to myself?
It is impossible, isn't it?
I mean, who am I kidding?
Of course it is impossible.
You are not the person I want to spend my life with,
you are just another selfish being in the land of bastards.
Yes, you are not for me.
Wait, yet I am thinking of you,
in the middle of this silent night.
Wait, yet I am waiting for your voice
to reach my ears and make my heart skip a beat.
Wait a minute!
I hate you.
Now, I am surely,
as you can see,
not in my right mind.
It must be the spell of Bollywood movies.
Martin Henderson. I won't say he's handsome, but he is charming. I love his jawline, and so his smile too. Just so charismatic and make me go crazily happy. Don't ask me why. All I can say is his jawline. Maybe his blue eyes too. =)
I wouldn't have survived another day if we had to spend it without talking to each other.
What, eleven years of being together?
I wouldn't want all the laughter we shared to just go away because of one petty issue.
I'm glad, I really am, and I hope you're glad too.
You seem to be, at the the very least.
We shall, or at least can try to go back to how it used to be.
Whoever said we can't?!, we'll prove it to them.
Pinky deal?
This never fails to make my day.
I've been moody for the past few days and just this morning I decided to come out of that, thanks to this song.
This same music pulled me through this semester, though I've to admit it wasn't one that I truly enjoyed and actually feel satisfied with. Many other not relevant thoughts constantly disrupt my learning passion and thus, all the work I did, is certainly not my best. They are all done with the intention to 'just get it done' and not 'i want to learn'. I hated it, I truly did. I repeatedly ask myself why I behaved or am behaving like this. But, the fact is I don't know. Maybe it's because i hate to see the people around me complain and complain when they actually have everything they want. Or maybe I don't know what I want anymore. Otherwise it should be because the girls who used to be idiots are now smart. It's not like I didn't work hard.. It's really hard when you work hard and you don't see the result. Now, I know the true meaning and taste of failure. What's even worse is that you work hard wanting to succeed, only to realise that your groupmates don't have the same thought. Instead, they either slack off/wash their hands off the workload or just screw it up at the last minute. Gosh, that's the worst. For once, just once, I want to be the slacker and let them see how it is like to constantly try to do the best only to be ruined by people like you. Damn, life can sometimes suck this bad.
And, I find myself blessed that I still have people like you around me.
I don't mind giving up anything to go back how it used to be, if you're willing to go back too.
Wouldn't it be great if we can be like how we used to be forever?
Forgetting whatever that took place in the past.
Letting the waves wash away the dirty secrets we hold heavily now.
Why can't we go back to the childish way we lived life?
So what if we won't succeed in life that way?
At least we can be happy together.
Why are we competing in every thing we do now?
When all we want deep in our hearts is to bring smiles and laughter in our lives and be like how it's supposed to be.
Let time stand still
thronging crowd.
slow slapping crash.
beautiful interruption.
misty shoreline.
genuine smiles?
living in a fantasy, where everything stops for a while.
and we take small little steps, one at a time.
over the seas, we want no more.
we'll be glad if time could freeze for just another second.
You make me mad
Let's come clean with what we hold heavy in our hearts.
Is it just me?
I don't know how I feel about you?
As the one?
Or the substitute?
Wait,
what do you feel about me?
Sometimes it feels like I could talk to you for hours,
and other times, I just can't stand you.
It's like trying to reach out to both ends, but they are just too far.
I'm confused, really am.
I thought you could help, but you just made the confusion even worse.
Maybe I should just ignore you and live as if you don't exist.
That way I can know my true feelings for you.
Oh my god,
I can still smell the yester-you.
Everything about you just haunts me.
For the good or bad?
I can't even answer that.
Oh my god,
I'm a mess now.
Because of you.
An end to my misery. Nearly.
It feels like yesterday we decided to do all the things we plan to do.
Yet, whatever happened to the enthusiasm we once had?
It feels like yesterday I go to know you well.
Yet, I realise I don't know you at all.
It feels like yesterday I lost patience with myself.
Yet, here I am so patient with you.
It all feels like yesterday.
Yet, I can't seem to get over it.
If only many yesterdays can come back to me,
I won't mind going through all of it again.
Double amount of misery you burden me with,
I won't mind.
I won't mind going back in time and undo whatever I did till yesterday.
Yesterday, will you ever come back to me?
I don't want to feel this regretted.
I’ve never thought,
I’ll be caught in this situation
A situation I can’t find words to describe
Because of its absurdity.
Not even in my wildest dream
I’ll imagine such a thing
Such a madness thought in my mind.
Or is it a feeling in my heart.
A feeling that affected my logical flow of thoughts
How did it end up like this?
How did I end up harbouring this feeling.
This feeling of love
Oh my god, I just thought the unethical out loud!
Love is just a feeling.
Just a feeling, isn’t it?
So, does it mean
Even the slightest bit of hope
That I’ll lose this crazy feel of love.
This crazy thought that
That I’m in love with my best friend?
