A photo a day.

Sums up my week.

Food at Magic Wok. This photo is literally making me salivate.


Ace and I on the cab to Punggol.


Lemon and Bubu. I visited them. =) Bubu is the BEST snogger.


Miker and I travel home from our committments.


And find a novelty new to us, the Dinosaur.
And I'm told the milo powder on this is not thick enough.. Hmm...

Fuzzy and warm

Junkie.

I'm totally addicted to Meiji yoghurt, and am eating it compulsively.

In fact, it's all kinds of food. Ever since I've stopped smoking, I'm thinking about something to put in my mouth, savoury, sweet, juicy, light, creamy, saucy..

I'm supposed to be dieting, but just today I ate 5 servings of yoghurt, 3 chocolate bars, a serving of muslim break fast porridge, lunch my mom made, maggimee. And miker came along to csq, and brought a cream puff. And then we went to bedok to have dinosaur.

Ember.. Is this the way to shed the kilos?

All in all today was a good day tho. I spoke to alot of the people I love. =)

Ace's place

Ace lent us her place, and prepared steamboat dinner for us last night.
=)

Here are some random pictures they took after.

Rian.


Ryan.


Rian and Ace. He makes the weirdest faces.


Ryan and Ace. Are we seeing a pattern here? Haha..


Ryan and Pooh.. And we wonder what's the difference between a 26 year old and a 16 year old..


Rian and Pooh..


A break in the pattern! Ace and her baby godson.


And we're back to Rian and Ryan..


Ace and I. =)

Kor's Birthday

Photos dumping time.

Do we look high? Do we? Do we??
Sis, me and my birthday kor.


Uncle Eddie and Auntie Mayble.


Debbie n Ember: The Scandal.


Blur picture of Kor and I.


The toast.


The real toast. (that's cake on his face aight)

Womack

Old song that hit me and made me smile yesterday.
They may just be lyrics but they're worth readin.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance.

Heaven is a place on Earth.

The day I know I will enjoy marriage more than the wedding itself, is the day I am ready to get married.

Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there’s
Always tomorrow

The sister. The daughter. The student. The loved. The lover. The friend.

I live a life, just like everybody else, of constantly trying to define myself.

The non-believer. The carefree. The lost. The fallen. The feared. The fearful.

I am guilty of talking more than acting. Not trying to falsify credit by acknowledging that as a fact. But sometimes I get tired. Tired of the ceaseless need to be correct, to be innocent, true, and real. And failing. I am not fashinably sinned, dangerous, or even naughty. But I'm the in between. I live in the neighbourhood of the grey areas. Where all the guilty, tainted, procrastinators, chronic liars and dirty girls live.

I try. All I am is not what I was taught to be, but what I learnt to be. No one made me into who I am, but me.

But when I close my eyes, it's not contentment or peace I feel. (Close your eyes and frown, you'll know roughly what I mean.) Beneath all that trying, I know there is a lack of substance. Of assurance that knowing that if I fail myself and break down, there is nothing real for me to fall on. No acheivements, no possesions, nothing stable. It makes me wonder, why do I keep trying then?

-sigh- For all of you thinking, "She needs a boyfriend", that is not what this is about, ok.. Seriously. =)

Peace is not something you find, it's a journey.

3782.

That's how many photos I have in my hundred of folders. If my hard drive crashes, I shall feel very much like killing myself.

I decided to get some developed, and am in the middle of going through as many of the photos as it is possible. It's having a drug kinda effect on me, I'm experiencing a kind warm happiness that has been elusive for quite some time.

I'm glad I have these photos to help me remember, and I'm even more glad I had those times, and all the people that are and were with me. All the laughter joy and tears! =) Reallly really glad.

-extensive hug- to kat liang lemon thehospibabes james wei berji lu fat nick therestoftheex4Gguys ken sentosa changibeach mydog mysis theguysatcsq theguysfrommaginet angela elaine jasmine sining huey qing fireworks barbeques chalets hotels kisses chins hugs smiles and

life.

Saying I love you all is less than what it is.

The sun rises on the coast on the eastside.

Hitting eastcoastpark and a tiny barbeque in farewell to Michael.

That's him!


And Roger came in hot pink. A man secure with his sexuality, we see.


And Ace came in a more subtle shade. =) Babe!


Ace and Mike.


And the guys start trying to get some Ace-lovin.. Jerome.


Rian.


Rian, again. Haha..


Mike.


Ryan and Ace.


Rian and I. They say that Rian means little king. So.. The king and I.


The other king and I.


Boys will always be boys.




Aces and Kings.


Mike and I walking Ace to get her cab.