So yay! I have wonderful events to blog about now that love and retail therapy has partially healed my melodramatic state.

As promised by her, today is our couple shopping day. We almost covered the whole map of our local town by mopping CKTangs, Far East Plaza, Shaw Towers, Wisma Atria and Ngee Ann City. Chinese New Year's red packets churns really gave us an ideal excuse to shop, although all was under baby's tab. I could really get used to this tai tai type of lifestyle.

I'm happy. She's broke.

Esprit Men's, Striped Shirt $89.90

Giordano Men's Jeans $49.00

Zara Brown Skirt $75.00

Forever 21 Top $38.00

Perlini Handbag $29.90

Transport & Dining $35.70 (if I have not missed anything out)

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= $325
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I love you baby! You make me the happiest, with everything you do, giant or minute. There isn't a day that I want to be living without you. Just being in your arms snuggling close melts all the negativity away. Displeasure from every point closes in to a perfect freeze of time.

And I hope you're as happy as I am when you're with me.

//

Chinese New Year 2006

Paternal side
Lio sisters Mommy and her Baby
Aren't those two adorable?
Home entertainment - Karaoke
Cousins gathering in front of the telly
Maternal side
Star number 2 of the year
Star number 1 of the year


Day out with love - 25/01/06

Our pioneer durian session. D24!
So adorable; I want to kiss
Kissed
Kiss back
We're happy

Street Mesh @ Barcelona (alongside Mohammad Sultan Road, behind Double O), 4 Feb 06. One free housepour, ages 18 and above. $18/ticket. Groove and get wild to hip hop and street all night! Break-dancing, beat-boxing, hip-hop dancing, live graffiti-writing, singing performances and more!

Contact:
C @ 91818409

Reeled through Memento and miraculously survived through the movie. Broadcast Design tutorial was actually fun!

Ai De Zhang Men Ren (The concluded channel 8 drama series) is over, which means I have nothing much to motivate me back here at home. There are 8 modules of Psychology alerting my mugging attention. Chinese New Year - more hongbaos, gathering, reunion dinners, family politicking, shopping and bonding. Besides all that, the oriental festive mood is in the pits.

Darls bought me Famous Amos cookies upon her arrival at my school to send me home. I love you.

Nights concluded with chatty hours whining to her makes any bad day fade away.

I miss you Xue!

Party Event: Street Mesh
Venue: Barcelona, alongside Mohammad Sultan Road (behind Double O)
Time: 10pm - 3am
Per ticket: $18/--
Here's the deal: There will be a pour on the house per ticket! For age 18 and above.
What's this all about?: Street style and hip hop. Plenty of groovy happenings like beatboxing, breakdancing, hip hop dancing, live graffiti-writing and wild partying!

Who to call?:
Cheryl @ 93821407
C @ 91818409
Lina @ 90013544

My internet connection's not functioning to its optimum.

Professional Communication for Design - the designers will be retrieving free tickets for Street Mesh because we will be the ones solely responsible for not screwing up the organization of the party. The client has set a quota of 100 tickets for us to sell; exceed the quota and we profit from the commission. Paperwork alone spells chaos and disorganisation.

//4:21pm
I am motherfucking bored. The post-menstruation syndrome isn't helping, so... GROWLS. Gail can kiss my sweet ass! Detest blogging randomly but I guess there has got to be an exception somewhere. Beside me there is this pile of files and bound documents for me to get my ass on but I'm simply too worn out from the waiting hours. Karlsen will be fixing the fucking connection later while I'm not at home for $50. Life gets so contradictory sometimes. When I have a rocking internet connection at home, I get bored with having to face the web all day. Now that the connection's down, I'm suffocating without the freedom to click on the Internet Explorer and being able to surf the net.

I miss that senger. SENGER!


Party Event: Street Mesh
Venue: Barcelona, alongside Mohammad Sultan Road (behind Double O)
Time: 10pm - 3am
Per ticket: $18/--
Here's the deal: There will be a pour on the house per ticket! For age 18 and above.
What's this all about?: Street style and hip hop. Plenty of groovy happenings like beatboxing, breakdancing, hip hop dancing, live graffiti-writing and wild partying!

Who to call?:
Cheryl @ 93821407
C @ 91818409
Lina @ 90013544

Darls and I haven't quarrelled in 4 days (and counting)! Contented with the way things are currently. But of course, improvements should never cease. Last night after work, she sprung up a dazzling idea derived from boredom during the working hours. After uncountable days of inconclusive status quo, we've finally agreed to try patching back impaired pieces. I'm grown heinously sticky to her, and I hope it applies vice versa. Our 13th monthsary is just 9 days away. Valetine's Day this year will be meaningfully spent with darls again; third year consecutively.

Darls, it's been a long time coming, and I'm still crazy about you. This obsession with you advances to greater depths with each passing day. So much so, I cannot and refuse to see my future days wasted without you. As the years swift by, we change. But these changes are going to make me grow to be more accepting, forgiving, matured and loving towards you. I get fuzzy inside hearing your bouts of laughter over the phone. Proud, I am to have you as my own, to love and to cherish for the rest of my life. I love you Nique. :D

I miss you bad, Nique.

Dragged Nique C to the clinic today to apply for a medical certificate since she refused to mark herself present at work today. Sunday's fees for consultation and medication came to a whopping sum of $45, which was forked from my pocket. The remainder of the day was spent at her place, snuggling up and feeling cosy in togetherness. She did the honours of frying the egg today, claiming that I could not flip it as well as she did. I'll be sending lunch over to Nique C at her workplace tomorrow. This self-contentment from being able to watch her genuinely being happy gushes me with such joy. Nique C will be saving up to buy me the Nokia 7360 (in coffee brown) since the idea of purchasing an iPod Nano was chucked.

I'll give you a warm nest to lay your troubles on on days where the rain hits your eyes and heavy heart. I'll wait, to shower you with loving after every tiresome day of unrest. You'll soak your tears in our bed, burrowing your head in my neck to exclaim the things you have gone through day after day. We're talking forever.

Every damn song is welling up tears in my eyes. Every flash of a thought of you makes me ponder so hard. They say that the first cut is the deepest. I wonder: which cut is? You are my ecstacy. I'm drifting in the air, hanging like temporary helium, waiting the hours until I speak to you again. I turn memory's pages and I smile at subtle and simple moments we share. The smiles we once carried were authentic and constant. Minute of the clock chain the day's processes down, as thought of you are unable to be scraped off my mind. Rusty thoughts, they feed on shine of a new unscarred surface. Rejuvenation is consumed by humanity and misconceptions. Still, on the thread I hang, waiting for your presence at the bottom of the pit, catching me as I plunge with all my faith. A world of surrealism replaces a bubble of security, leaving us with jaded emotions. Like rust eating on skin, fungus rots into a fresh wound. The badness spreads like alcohol meets fire. Now, there is no turn-back and we've reached a dead end. So what do you decide on at this point until forever?

Despite of being in mid-air, I still love you very much.

Pledges of forever shakeable
Drip by drip, slit by slit, pain lingers
Crying shadows existing peeking hope
Avert to an emotional elope
Raise the volume, weep harder
Pinch me and tell me I'm not sober
The antidote to an endless obsession
Stale endings, ambiguous conclusions
Carcass of a heart
Pumping tediously for a rejuvenating start

Cries get lost in the explode of the thumping music
Bitter agony
A whirlpool of a mind rotates
Hypnotism and felony

Drumming noise soothes
One saccharine melody harmonic to tears
Surging feelings into muse
Flashbacks needle into broken bridges
Alas, a holler smothers her breaths
Complete.
Silence.

Director MX 2004 was a killer since it was a fresh start to a new software, scripting included. It's almost equivalent to picking up a new language. The cohort or 21 in the flash authoring lecture were littering the Mac lab like zombies.

Off to mugging for psychology since I haven't excelled in the recent quizzes.

Nique C my emo rock star! I love you!

Dear You,

Life was never made special and extraordinary before you abruptly stepped into my 18th year of living. Dull and dreary, like any other day, splurging hours in the studio, squandering time away doing senseless things and waiting for time to reach the curfew before I'm home, panicking frivously for an assignment due the next day. Without you, I'd have never learnt how to be a thrift-hag, scrimping like a pauper to plot bigger expenditure ambitions just to make you happy. I would never appreciate rappers like Eminem and Butch Walker, and you would probably still be clueless to tunes by Coldplay and Pussycat Dolls because they are whiny and draggy. Who else but you can conjure the silliest courting names like 'ahemahem', which evolved into 'nut' after we got together, and the name-calling just went haywire after that. Often, you dare me to challenge you, to make attempts irritating you not being aware that I know better how I should rest on your nerves. Weird things always befall us, like how we had our first stayover together at the airport, and mutually felt the urge but had no idea how it reciprocated. You knelt down at Beach Road with a stalk of plastic rose, acting a play to me and secretly, my heart giggled envisaging a lifestage play from you to me. I named you a historic just because you scored well at history. The little things we derived from our little shits everyday makes the chemistry we share so exquisite.

So you see, you make me such a happy doll, but you fail to realise the degree of joy you bring into my life.

Yet today, this person who makes me the happy person I am, is dejected and down. She refuses me the reason and cause of her blues, but paints a pretty picture of a happier her. I want this entry, to draw a smile onto your face, no matter how stormy the night may seem. I love this person I'm dedicating this entry to, with every pump of my heart. What I love more, is to know that she is smiling right now, while reading this little message from me.

So please, smile for me?

XOXO,
Me

Trapped facade.

Construe's ragged-woven puppet, in a play show for teasing fingers. Misjudgement disfigures a ravishing doll face, soaked with dripping filth of mascara and rouge. Hands touch, smearing prettiness that was churned out from hours of particular seams, exquisite sculpting and structure-building. Beauty carelessly radiates into a pitch of black, where it fades to a tangle of uncertainty.

Love, a fortress in sepia tone of melancholy.

aevnecxntehsstnciciuesoeu, yslonwmjtauu. wepcicelshretiioyucrlo. I just keep crying and crying.

I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

Rinse away affairs of the heart. My time shall be dedicated to picking up in the aspects of academics. The semester is tying to a close. This means submissions will drive me berserk in the few weeks to come. Psychology's common test commences immediately after the Chinese New Year celebrations.

If I successfully scrape through IMDP3 and FYP in my final year, I will be crowned with graduation's victory in about a year's time. Time just sweeps by so quick that it's difficult to just stop to breathe in the dewy air that embalms the atmosphere with sheer felicity. Truly, I have much to be gratified for.

In a flash of the clock's hands, soon she will turn 17 and I, 19. Watching her bloom in adversity was something that nothing else can ever replace.

My love for you is deep and meaningful.

Once upon a time, there lived a wonderful girlfriend named Nique.... She will be going for lectures on my behalf tomorrow! I am introducing her to poly life. Thanks darling!

BLINGBLING, I accidentally dripped some green bean soup on my laptop touchpad.

Ashraf didn't turn up to hand in the scripts with us in unison. Anyway that wasn't nothing close to the highlight of a pouring Wednesday. The hair salon set the appointment at one, which was why we hailed a cab to Eastpoint. The puppies are to love, and I think She agrees with me. We wound up chilling at Starbucks for mocha and oreo cheesecake. As usual, the puny slice of sin caused us to turn jelak. After sufficient slacking, we finally took a bus to the home salon. The queue resulted in a total waiting span of two hours before it reached my turn to have my hair done. The hairstylist started applying lavendar cream onto my hair (and scalp) which burned due to the chemicals reacting with my sensitive skin. She was reading CLEO and HERWORLD magazine while waiting for my hair to turn a bit straighter. After washing comes the 'ironing' part of rebonding. She was amused by the steam that visibly diffused from the intercept of the hair straightener and my hair. The hair straightener was a cruel gadget made for causing hair loss; the hairstylist just pulled it and pulled it and pulled it, along with my hair. The lady that worked on my hair made a guess that She was 19 and I, 17. Anyway, the finish of the whole session of five hours (including waiting phase) turned out to be rather brilliant. The weather was ghastly after the process of my hairdo, which also takes me to my next point, that I brought a pale fuchsia brolly out along. She was terrified of the umbrella as it was pink, and she's pink-a-phobic.

So finally, we had budget dinner at KFC (Eastpoint again). She was suffering from gastric pains so I bought her some finger food (since she stubbornly insisted that I should not buy her anything from NTUC). We squabbled a bit later on, but all's well as usual.

I love you. I guess, I'm going to stick with you forever.

"She : Aiya. She's like a penis. No brain got head.
She : One is like a penis. The other is just too fat to think."

The Cheryl Ls, Nique and Jo will be embarking in a mini-entrepreneurship journey together. With the minimum capital we possess at hand, we'll first be enquiring with shops regarding designs, pricing rates and profits, following up by subsequent endoresement of small-time celebrtities. We have designed slogans and will be releasing upcoming logos and improvised slogans with designs/patterns.

My sister just broke the news to me, that Miss Devi (KC's outstanding English language and Literature teacher) had passed on. In an instant, my insides swirled and I felt a bitter sensation sink right through me. And very aptly, My Immortal by Evanescence is playing from the list. How delicate life is, to be sharing good moments and dancing merrily to bad uniform attire and bad canteen rules; a couple of years after graduation and news travelled to me that she died from an immediate heart halt.

It is radically true that to cherish love present at its moment is exceedingly more sensible than to thrive on regrets. Yet, sometimes it is difficult to portray the depth of appreciation towards treasured individuals due to many other affecting factors like pride and ego. True and sincere relationships don't arrive everyday, unlike the acquaintances that play a neverending masquerade of politics.

To a teacher I'll always remember, Miss Devi - in my prayers.

And you chose Nothing.

Continued receding fury of angst calms a smoke mind of dejavu-impend. There is always a closet of emotions to every soul's entire lifespan, trailing behind a ragged owner. Amendments turn futile and impossible to make; an extensive part of willingness and relent ties to a knot, leaving one into two. Each dilemma presents a paradox that torments the inner living.

The clouds close in, darkening the skies that permitted light into jovial days. Waves of reminisce rush in to brim your senses as the world engulfs itself into a radial vision within the frame of the eyes. A split moment at an emotional upturn's peak causes anticipation of better occurences. Rewinding sepia to a year back, I was knocked into realisation that the beginning of every year but this, has been happy. Blessed with sheer love that circulated a glow of radiance regardless of how harsh situations are. With much to thank for, complains should rightfully cease.

It's been a long while, getting from there to here.

Cheryl Ls. Xue's a darling :D

A fastidious Friday results in the futile autonomy of all good things. Haunting gestures outlast, dismissing memories of all goodwilled and whole-hearted deeds. The wondrous shared - do they compensate for every unfortunate occurence? I think not.

A flash-intensive packed weekend awaiting after this night. May the force of luck be with me.

"Yellow yellow pants on fire"

A strategic entwinement melts positive imprints
Time, tested against vulnerable fragility
Trustworthniess depletes to a non-existent string of faith
Her roses' prick, their torns cause bloodflow
Mashed petals, into a clump of scarlet paste
The leaves of fur ease discomfort
Its vines snatch away flexibility of movement

A sweet song's allurement
Clanging of honeyed keys
Senses adjusting to rhythmic beats of classical reggae
A turn of the lullaby of sorrow, sucking the essence of all jovial memory
Her hand, losing clench
Her crystal-flooded eyes, frozen
A fidget marking unbelonging
Wavering anewing, deluded rejuvenation
A mindful of emptiness
Righteousness unattained, misunderstood and shamed

A world of a year of three six five
Revolving around sugar and venom
Twisting and turning, a deceitful promise or two
Harm, shouldered by dismissal of security
A web of problems, interlinked to complexity

In times of dilemma and trauma, will you still love me?

This particular wannabe (however you wanna name her), you can stop beating around the bush being sarcastic in your extremely 'securely-passworded' blog. Indeed, you are entitled to your own opinions, but let's bring it back to you, you wouldn't really like me to be blogging about unfortunate past events that occurred in your relationship with your girlfriend for comparing and contrasting. Right? If you're savvy with that, I'm cool with you continuing whatever genre of blogging you're processing in your entries. Sure, you may rebutt by claiming the entry isn't for Nique and me. Whatever it is, just puppy within your limits.

Oh. 'EH', if the entry was dedicated to Nique or me, just label it so. It's a shame, that you're still as cowardly as you were since I've gotten to know about you.

SARCASM INTENDED. Didn't I warn you that what goes around comes around already? Or haven't you learnt, from all the payback you've been receiving.

Girlfriend I am overwhelmed by gladness with you not sticking your finger(s) into anyone else and not getting intimate with anyone else but me. I'm proud to announce, that you are mine and mine alone.

Housefly. Next entry, will be one of defamation.

Happy first anniversary to us! This has indeed been our longest, ever.

She and I were at the shower lockers when coincidentally, we handed perfumes as tokens of our pioneer mark of get-together. Just like how we gifted each other with the same bracelets for Valentine's Day, we synchronically got the same things for one another. I purchased her all-time crave CKCrave whilst on the hand, she gave me Hugo Deep Red. Sheer telepathy.

We lovingly shared Snapple Kiwi Strawberry at Kenny Roger's, which seems to be my recent addiction. Aimlessly covered the streets of town for hours, but I am glad just to retain her by me. We had ourselves bubbled in cosset with Mrs Field's brownie, which resulted me in a nasty tummyache. Took all-time old school crazy neoprints, which outcomed in strings of fun before turning out rather fantastically. The girlfriend made a decision to be a step sweeter and walked me to Mango. She is fully aware that I own a weak spot for Mango. There is this apt accident whereby the back of the halter I was trying out was being gathered by the price tag and resulted in a finer design, baring a fraction of the back. The halter top was under girlfriend's tab, after which we headed to a seamstress to have it altered accustom to the accidental design. And frankly, it fucking rocks! Cabbing home was quite awkward as we were in the middle of the town crowd in the cab while getting physical. Go figure.

What more can I ask for? My girlfriend loves me. No doubt, I do love you, Nique Chua.

Phoebe, thank you for helping me out with the storyboard for the psychology skit!

No matter what we become, how we change, the love we share remains.

3 Christmas(es), 2 New year(s), 2 Chinese New Year(s), and 3 Valentine's Day(s). All gloriously shared with you in the span of going 3 years. We treaded rough grounds and survived the ordeals we were presented with - cheating, dishonesty, fickle-heartedness, cold treatment, studies crisis, academic pressure, peer stress, family politics, siblings' disputes, financial difficulties, suicide threats, physical frustration-venting, pre-menstrual syndromes, insecurities, our firsts together, scrimping (temporary poverty), splurging, making long-run plans for our future, giving each other same presents on Valentine's Day and many more that would be impossible to finish listing.

We did all that. And that's what makes me proud, because despite getting to know me inside out (my dirty habits, sleeping posture, pre-dozing-off syndromes, PMS signs, the way I like my hair done, what I hate eating, how I tune my voice whenever I talk to my dog, how I bitch when a putrid subject arises, etc). I notice keenly you quickly running your fingers to your ears whenever your touch gets in contact with something piping hot, how you like to irritate me with 'BOUNCE!' whenever I initiate the irritation saga, how you dislike the seaweed shake with your fries from Macdonalds, how you would pass by things you would like to buy for yourself but refused to even take a glance at it because your money was intended for buying something for me, how you gorge me with luxurious food, the way you yarp when I mess your neatly-waxed hair, you posing 'emo'ly for my camera, and uncountably more.

I watched you bloom from a know-nothing amateur juvenile with long draping wavy fringe tucked behind ears (who knows nothing about phsyical love-making and sending her girl home),into a fine dyke who's certain she needs to assure me safety, belonging, happiness and love. You've witnessed me grow from a bespectacled nerd who wears a centered-parting fringe (who purposely spun an excuse claiming injury on your part, to hold your hands in the skytrain back in 2003) to a blossoming woman reaching her twenties, certain of needing to love, cherish the one of her life.

We did all that. Now, nothing's going to tear us down and apart. Not ever again.

This ferriswheel rode me in circles and circles, just to awake to an energy-injected morning feeling squeaky new just feeling smitten by you. Each waking moment, I succumb to my growing appetite for everything about you. And my life is fully integrated, knowing that I'm your lady and you're mine mutually returned. This is what an ideal proposition of monogamy is all about, except that loving you this long was never planned because it trained in so naturally.

We kept pushing on and persisting, aware that fights would pose off as an elephante issue. We know that ours isn't breached superficially. On wings of words, I can provide you with ample promises, but I would still love to carry on this journey together with you. I don't harp on past events that made us blue and frayed, but all I'll ever wish for is for us to be in blissful joy till we turn wrinkly and grey. You're all that makes this carousel worthwhile a ride.

And now, we're finally here. This is our 12th - our premier anniversary. To you love, now and always.