The rain outshone the sun and we paid the price for the downpour's triumph. But the day did turn out for a pleasant better.

Earl Grey of love. I had a nasty stomachache and she rescued me by being the sweetest candy ever. I want all of it! (Of course, this is but our favourite)
Plastered cheek.

Spot spot!
Tubs and tubs and tubs of them.
Shelves and shelves of them.
Silhouette in front of Zai Tang's 'Fuze' audio-visual art exhibition.

Here comes the artsy-fartsy part of this entry - digital photography. Took the opportunity to secretly snap pictures of places and people (actually only her) that might produce qualitative results. I hope I do these pictures some justice.

First, in colours.
First, without colours. (I think she looks especially superb in this photograph!)
I wanted to make her look subtly cool.



Where one goes down, another comes up.

You're so thoughtful lately that I have to gush about you now even though I'm half asleep. Was supposed to crash your lecture with you but you, knowing I was dog-tired, you insisted that I catch more rest at home although it was the last day that I can crash your lectures before my school semester commences. I love you baby.

A hundred is not remotely sufficient, but this is for you Nique, a hundred things I love about you.

1) I was taught love since the day I started loving you.
2) You are the only one who runs back to me regardless of status, wealth, health or circumstances.
3) You are the owner to my heart's belong.
4) The only one who cooks for me; you whipped up sushi, chicken casserole, home-made mocha, cheese macaroni, sandwiches, omelettes and many more, just for me.
5) We share such an impeccable telepathy. Remember Valentine's Day last year?
6) You would forsake a meal at Kenny Roger's just to accomodate to my cravings for Billy Bombers'.
7) You are the only partner who has brought me to the doctor's.
8) Your english is remarkably argumentative and it thrills me to challenge your opinions.
9) You buy SKL strawberry instead of SKL cherry because I prefer SKL strawberry.
10) You fork out allowance (within your means) you have just to appease my materialism.
11) You whine so adorably.
12) I love the way you address me 'baye' in your helium-in-throat voice.
13) You leave me with no regrets, no matter how much hurt I may have to go through.
14) You smell great, with or without perfume/cologne.
15) I love your big eyes. They captivate me, still.
16) After four years, I still receive adrenaline rushes when I read sweet texts from you.
17) You love dogs, just like me.
18) You love my dog and treat her like your own. You even spoil her with snacks and toys.
19) You're exciting, never failing to spark fun into my dull days.
20) You're the only one capable of chasing away all blues of my bad days.
21) I love the way you make me laugh.
22) I love the way you spoil your surprises. Remember Pat's chalet and airport?
23) Your voice soothes all jitteries.
24) You know and understand everything about me.
25) You mingle well with my friends.
26) They mingle well with you too.
27) I gorge all the time and you accompany me in doing so without having to purge just like I do because you accept me for who I've become. (I love you, really.)
28) I nearly failed you as a girlfriend yet you bought a box of chocolates and did up a banner with a comic book strip, and surprised me with all of that while I was at school.
29) Your kisses blow me away.
30) You wouldn't demand compensation even if I'd tug and stretch your favourite shirt.
31) You intend to marry me. You want to marry me.
32) You buy me strawberry pocky, strawberry meiji snacks, mango chewy sweets and marshmallows to apologise for being mean to me.
33) I love the way you munch on French fries and tapioca chips. It's in the way you eat and the sounds you make while you're at it.
34) You make me feel contented.
35) I'm lucky and I feel lucky because you're right here with me.
36) The pick-up lines you came up with are so cheesy and I love you more for that.
37) You used to sit by at the opposite block watching me and looking over me.
38) You kiss well.
39) You're unpredictable, which makes the long-term relationship more exhilerating.
40) You're really intelligent and informative and that charms me.
41) You know my wants, my needs and my have to have(s).
42) You give me your shirt when I'm cold, whilst all you're left with is your singlet on for the rest of the night out.
43) My guard's knocked down just so that you would feel me here.
44) You were the one who helped me and woke me up on getting over Marion's death.
45) I've changed, to be functioned to commit, to love and to learn.
46) You're ambitious and you have an aim in the things you do, which motivates me as well.
47) You love cheese, so we often indulge in cheese spreads (pun intended).
48) I feel comfortable playing Daytona with you around.
49) You look so cute when you were on that cable car, fighting your fear of heights.
50) You got me so hung up on you.
51) You sing really well, even though you refused acknowledge that throughout the course of four years.
52) You appreciate me dressing fancy just to please you.
53) You tell me I'm beautiful and I feel genuinely beautiful.
54) I blush and get shy with you.
55) You have a beautiful set of white pearlies.
56) You're everything I've wanted.
57) You bottled up Baileys for me knowing that it's my favourite.
58) You refuse to have your eyebrows plucked and I think that such resistence is cute.
59) You are intending on buying me Mitch Albom's new book even though you have many other books in your buying list.
60) You are frank with me and reprimand me whenever I get out of hand.
61) You tolerate me even though I'm the biggest handful you'll ever withstand.
62) We both enjoy shopping.
63) You are musically inclinced, even though you have refused to admit it all the time.
64) You croon utterly irritating renditions of Foamy's cartoons.
65) You think I'm skinny, in which I suspect is a scam! (hahaha, but nevertheless, pleased.)
66) You like milk chocolate and I find that classy.
67) You own broad shoulders, which is awesomely sexy.
68) You deboned a whole piece of raw salmon for me to eat.
69) You look hot in her kitchen helper's attire.
70) You insisted on walking me right to the void deck when there's a wanted molestor in the neighbourhood.
71) You make me miss you like I haven't seen you in eons.
72) You are loving to animals, which brings me smiles.
73) You complete me.
74) I'll still tell you I love you even if you've just made me cry an entire night.
75) You are my happiness.
76) You drink the juice and leave me with the nata de coco, knowing that I don't like the juice.
77) You provide me with motivation for everything I do.
78) You make me want to spend the rest of my life with you.
79) You remember quotes from the newest story book you just bought and you look adorable doing that.
80) You're so kissable.
81) Snuggling with you is the best thing to do at anytime.
82) You have 'that' face when you step out of the toilet after pooping.
83) The way you giggle is annoying yet irresistible at the same time.
84) I feel like a child whenever I'm with you and the innocence is indescribable.
83) I've picked up forgiveness from loving you.
84) You keep me company whenever I do my projects in school.
85) You buy me my favourite chocolates whenever I'm down.
86) You're too real a love to be true. I still can't believe that you're mine.
87) You wheeze a lot when you sleep, and I'd stay awake just to watch you sleep.
88) My feelings stay the same for you, even if you were to adorn yourself with long hair and feminine wears.
89) You force out a dimple on your left cheek and your mouth tilts in a most peculiar manner.
90) You're not chinese-speaking, which complements me.
91) You're hard to capture, which makes this chase one that I'll treasure most because it's harder to get.
92) You squint in a slit of your eyes whenever you smile too hard.
93) You'd smell my morning breath and witness me in my morning unkempt hairdo and tell me I'm the prettiest girl in your life.
94) You'd tell me that all your exs are ugly and unpolished.
95) I'm influential in your life.
96) Your laughter is really attractive and really pretty.
97) I can never fully out-talk you, which indicates that you debate really well.
98) You love me.
99) You are the most special girl in my life.
100) Because love itself is beyond words, these hundred aren't enough. So I'll just tell you that it's the way you make me feel that makes me love you the way I do.

It was never pleasing to the ears or the eyes, witnessing how much you wished to detach yourself from loving me to the optimum. You have no idea how much it kills me to know that the one I've been loving so endearingly want to backward herself from me. I've fought frivously to win a whole of your heart and soul back. You've left before and I've left before. Stepping out of this abode that was built up with you, evidently destroyed the better of me. Yet it seems that no matter how hard I try, the distances crack into bigger gaps. Again, this kills me. You keep the walls around you up on guard, embalming you with safety, while I'm here shattering the protection I once possessed just to make everything up to you.

This is the toughest fight I'm resisting everything else for and the only person who needs realization on that matter does not come to it, that I'm struggling for you. The words you plant into my head are the words that persistently ring in my head. Sometimes, those words sweeten me up and those words journey with me to better security and assurances. Other times, I'd jerk into a state of hysterical paranoia and be left confused.

But you're right. We need recovery. Everyone needs the cure but how often do people place themselves at determination's feet in search of a miracle before convincing themselves to walk out the only door that would never be opened again? I'd like to be telling you that my love is unconditional but nobody's is. The thing is, I'm trying and I've put behind so much of the things that you cannot deal with and I see you overlook all wrongs sometimes. It isn't detaching yourself from being roped in possession of a loved one; it is eventually detaching yourself from a loved one. And baby, the one you're drifting away from is me and I'm feeling it. Being able to sense the overwhelming distance hurts me so much.

We've come a long way but things seem to be sailing on a rocky patch still. It's hard and it never was any easier on the both of us. More than once, I lost you to foolishness and a fickle heart. And more than once, you've been smashed in the heart for the things I did to jade you. But we've come such a long way and I don't want to lose myself by losing you ever again.

I don't know if I still feel you here or if you still are but I'll still need you because I love you. For now, I'll serve myself time with some justice and you will be led into being convinced that detachment solves all wrongs.

This little specimen was saved by another kind lady who was crossing the road at Changi Village, holding up traffic of three vehicles. Us, being concerned bystanders, rushed to the scene of panic. The (dirtied) white kitten sought refuge under a van, in which three people stood by vigil for an hour to lure it out from under. Bribery and patience were all there were to it. We adopted a child whom we have named 'Oreo', because it has two little black fur patches on its head, which contrasts vividly with its fair natural inborn colour. It is still preferred to be labelled as 'it' because its gender has still been unidentified. After being fed with energy and hydration, it cabbed with us to its new community of other feline species. It now lives comfortably with dozens of other of its kind. Food and lodging are kindly donated by strangers who dedicate their evenings to feeding and taking care of these unwanted and stray cats.

I hope I'll get to see Oreo again.

Shopped, and more shopping tomorrow :D
Got to see her after being prioritised second to her studies the entire week :DD
She bought me baileys, cappucino and hazelnut chocolate :DDD
The trio rescued a kitten and named it Oreo McFlurry. Now, Oreo lives within the arena where I'm living! :DDDD

Happy 21st birthday, Iskandar!

Fond memories are lingering a frolick around pretty songs made out of saccharine. It's sheer bliss, envisioning multiple months ahead dipped in blessings of affections. My dance for the longest time and this time, I'm sure that it will be a permanent stay.

Fragile is life; death is sensitive. Happiness alone is to attain nirvana. I'm not good with words and perhaps you will feel my heartfelt heaviness. I can't go on any longer without secured closure.

Microeconomics turned out not the least bit intimidating; rather eye-opening, different from the usual lectures back at design school. In fact, I picked up most of the ropes quicker than my beloved girl. The lunch was sumptuous and excellent, and at a very reasonable price.

Pigging out was sinful. Today's food frenzy ranged from baked rice and pizzas and sundaes to waffles and ice cream and a gorge of instant noodles. Believe it or not, the best part of the whole food madness yesterday was Milo Dinosaur. I can never resist a mountain of milo powder topping a gigantic cup of milo. Nique had her bandung (of course, what's new!).

At IceKimo, we were snapping photographs like crazy. We haven't met up in the longest time. So while we indulged in ice cream, we got a little more berserk by the minute. Nique came up with a hypothesis theory about smokers who get bored before/after smoking.

Hady Mirza's pioneer single 'You give me wings' is utterly disappointing, upsetting and disheartening. Not that he isn't superb with his vocals but the band accompaniment destroyed every gist of the song. The song is rendered with cheesy karaoke(or ge tai) keyboard harmony and is lacking of basic beats, which results in the single sounding like a shabby piece of 5 minute work. So much for commercializing Singapore Idol, grooming its winners(talents) and gaining public support towards local music. The instrumentals of the song just doesn't meet up to the standards of Hady's voice. Ken Lim composed the song and I'm sure he should have many expectations from the band during track recording. So what happened? Taufik Batisah was endorsed(?) by 7/11 for two years and in additional to that now, he is advertising for Starhub's iMode. Sell his talent, not his face! There is absolutely no point in buying air time for advertisements for him when his fame will die out without the popularity of his music. Afterall, it is his voice that won him the title as Singapore Idol and got him to wherever he is today. Air his music videos on television instead of consistently publisizing the advertisement he did for 7/11. Common sense, right?

Had a fanatic bout of bitch fit last night and Nique dealt with my nonsense like an angel. I love you! I'm addicted to John Mayer's 'Slow Dancing In A Burning Room'. I've got work later. Anti-climax to this entry.

SIM & IceKimo

Good food at SIM.

From Clementi to Upper Thomson, we kept bruising each other.
Ice cream galore!

There's more variety in the freezer.


Warming the camera up.

Three.

Two.

Phoebe?! (Just look at her)
Madness during multi-shots. Anyway, these are three favourite people of my life!

One more week to the commencement of the dreaded Final Year Project. This is the time to cast away all procrastinations and dive into the subjects of them.

My body isn't receiving Insomnia too graciously. My eyes look really haggard and the system's in desperate require of sleep. Crashing Microeconomics lectures (SIM is like my second school, for obvious reasons) and meeting the duo later!

My bones are feeling lethargic. Lazy to wax hair.

An enigma that bewitched sanity into a fighter for faith. The only reason for my fall and the only reason for my salvation. One that striked me down with calmness she gave. Cold-heartedness that managed to exude a spring of affections. Rescued the depths of commitment. Smiled to fan the flame I carried. She caused all loss of control because persistence relented.

You're all that, all that I'll ever be made of.

I don't know what to make out of anything and everything anymore.

My stomach is twitching. No kidding.

There still isn't any Nata De Coco snack at home.

I need to stop clubbing and start doing more interesting things with my holidays, before the final two weeks of it get wasted.

Daddy unethically snatched away the remote and I can't continue watching One Tree Hill.

Geylang Serai glutton fiesta this Thursday. Whoopie!

A friend has helped me clinch a 2-in-1 flash and dreamweaver website proposition. Here's to the money and the caramel baileys.

I keep forgetting to remind myself that complication and over-tackling of language does not necessarily get messages of love across. And I thank you for persistently wanting expressions short and sweet. Perhaps, it's the simplest form against the entanglement of words that sends affections. Basking in the childlikeness of a full-fledged affair, experiences age with youth. We learn everyday, but it is nothing new that I've learnt to love you.

And maybe, 'I love you' is more than enough.

P/S Julian is so hot.
P/P/S I'm her sister, so now you know why she's hot.
P/P/P/S Girlfriend (the hottest one of all, other than myself), please blog.
P/P/P/P/S I want another Geylang Serai food fest.
P/P/P/P/P/S There is extreme urgency to stop binging.
P/P/P/P/P/P/S Love you girlfriend!

Hardrock!

Slut partners
Jul imitating Mel


At Billy's

Nobody can force you to evoke your own feelings or carry out your own actions. It's a choice you implemented so the only thing you should logically carry out is to deal with it instead of whimpering about it like a brat. Realisation on your part that you lack priorities to be able to chide others on their lack of prioritizing means that the personal reproach approach applies. If you can't act on it, don't boulder the blame to anybody else because the commotion will eventually conclude with wagging mouths and unpleasant comments against and about you. Quit behaving like a bitch because you aren't granted any obligations from me to.

Hence, the importance of self-reflection. They don't make you do it in school for nothing.

If you feel this piece of documentation is directed to you, then most likely it is. I'm not going to disclose something that should trip on your conscience initiatively because that would only defeat the purpose of announcing my point.

The walls enclose my vision. The tides turn into camouflaging coals. Its stings bite; they gnaw on the ragged flesh I'm left with to wither. They do a dance of rejoice to my claustrophobic helplessness. My grit of teeth claw my lips while my arms swerve frantically at nothingness. I take a thrust into the gore of its remains to keep it numb. The frustration replaces each time I stop hurting myself. Tears cluster at the corner of my mouth and the saltiness bitters my agony. It's a clear choice between the physical or the mental. I can't make up my mind. I can't live this way when misery wants to stay.

Can you comprehend this enough to feel the depth of torture? Times like this I wish religion would grant me contentment in rest.

I need an escape route, only because this is hurting so much. The pain's so familiar and real, yet I can't seem to blend into the similarity of it all. Only the ones whom you love, are the ones who have the ability to break you down. This time is like any other time. I'm weak and strong for you; it's evident.

I was the one you always dreamed of. You were the one I tried to draw. How dare you say it's nothing to me. Baby you're the only light I ever saw.

The roadside stalls of grease and smoke horned out loud their purposes while we bask in remembrance of our favourite date. Our faces gleam from evaporated oil and bliss. The tentages reeked of a festive community, harmonious families, merry friends and happy couples. We weren't any different but our happiness stood out and outshined the dullness of a dreadful Monday. We tripped over many protruding platforms but we never stumbled on where it'd hurt because we held onto each other. Our childlikeness were distinctively sufficed as we savoured our ice cream and left trails of greed at the corner of our eating canals. These moments are the ones that uplift the bad ones.

It was when you kissed me, that sparkling violins bathed in fountains of champagne and all else dissapated. I floated into an aura of contentment.

Because you see, day to day, you remind me of what simplicity is about.

Beach road and Arab Street instilled so much fun! The couple has got to be the ultimate sources of old school discoveries, econonical purchases, wholesome enjoyment and the catalyst to a relationship's bonding.

We shopped and she ended up squandering her day's stolen allowance on me. Let's see, we bought police whistles, five stones (the game we used to play back in primary school), children's casual army wear, two pairs of second hand jeans, dog tag, a bullet key chain (in which her intends of 'killing' me with was implemented), a communist-themed cap, and the hat that spells hotness.

At last, my overdue virgin tryout at shisha (chocolate, at that) and Arabian mushroom salad. The night concluded with shaved ice, cheese sausages, wheel crackers and beef ramly burger from the Hari Raya food fair.

I'm beyond cloud number nine. Your company assured me. Thank you for everything today. No matter how ugly things become, they will fall into place eventually. There is no other that will ever make me love the way you do. The way you love sends adrenaline into every goosebump I wear. Sharing is out of the question unless it's concerning me sharing my life with you. I love you dearest. Happy twenty-first/second month of get-together. This bodes another wonderful and many more wondrous seconds with you.