hello love.

after a full day of hangover, i'm just positively restless. what's traumatising perhaps, was one of my ex-colleague's female friends doing something disgusting underneath the table.

and she was wearing jeans! how can she do it with only cherie noticing? makes me wonder how many other girls do the same to avoid the lavatory queue.

today, i'm officially ending my 4-year relationship with Blogger. oh, how it had let me stick by throughout my tumultous teenage years.

this is what i am going to do next: chase gravity.

kudos to my mediocre life.

I blogged @ 11:35 PM

while waiting for the first episode of Gossip Girl, i'm suddenly inspired to write my thank you speech, person specific.

sometimes, honey, i don't really know what i'll do without you. you have made me laugh and cry and bawl, but at the end of the day i'm still more alive with you around.

i'll always remember it like it was. the night we first met, our first pillow fight, when you kissed me for the first time...

maybe one day we'll have 'firsts' with other people, but please know that you have kept my heart beating. you have reminded me on what makes a relationship work, and it's not superficial- really, there are no princes, metrosexuals or bank boys who can make me love them like i love you.

gossip girl is complete. :)

I blogged @ 12:59 PM

i think the situation is just utterly ridiculous. what threat is a buddhist monk to the rule of gunfire?

but then again, what about 100,000 of them, marching for the people?

what's worth admiring is the fierce determination of monks. i mean seriously, they are prolly the ones who really have nothing to lose. and if the country continues to be so poor and desolated, every burmese will have nothing to lose either.

that's what i call a motivated revolution. they don't really care anymore if you point a gun at them. they can't feed themselves, their loved ones and they haven't got a usable penny to their name. SO SHOOT ME, they say.

okay but you see, i haven't gotten to what's ridiculous- small talk. all the powerful countries who could do something don't do anything, why? because they are selling weapons to the junta. and the US and European Union says they are deeply troubled, like that's supposed to save a monk or two. WAKE UP YOUR IDEA CAN.

right now i just feel horrid for the people that have been protesting the past 3 days. i wish i can lend them some kind of concrete support. i wish that i possess their passion and drive to fight for what they deserve. sometimes things happen and it is sooner or later before you have to get off the fence and do something of use.

perhaps the greatest blasphemy is the collective passivity of God's children.

I blogged @ 11:49 AM

at this very moment, i am sitting in the most dilapidated PR office that i can never imagine, my life is in crumbles and i have not even slept 6 hours for the past 3 days.

gosh, i am so willing to change for you, how can you ask me to turn back? even if a small part of me does want to know what it's like, you already have the rest of me.

why do we always care so much about the other person? and then one day we get quite tired of it and start yelling, then when the animosity doesn't go away, we regret.

I blogged @ 10:49 AM

juke box: happiness- orson

all that happens is happiness,
happiness.

every once in a while we'll be inclined to reminisce, not doing so would seem like going through exams without a report card at the end.

i think i am relatively joyful today. in the most concerted irony i am sort of satisfied, enjoying a very routine life. it's been more than 5 months now, and as our relationship falls into place with both of our lives, we no longer have to fit each other in. knowing myself, i'll probably always wonder how it'll be like if i'm single again. i feel sad that i'm not achieving anything worth bragging about. unwittingly, i have lost the spark that was my pride and joy, in the process of finding a new identity with the boy i love.

does that mean that i can never love another as much as i love myself? trying to have the best of both worlds seems to equate not devoting enough to either one.

i wonder if anybody recalls the Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan? i did not read the book, but i had caught the film on tv recently. how can we fight for ourselves against the people we love?

I blogged @ 2:08 PM

jukebox: daylight- coldplay

hello, world!

it's nice to know that my presence is somehow here, that anywhere i have a living internet connection i can leave a proof of existence for a random stranger to chance upon.

gosh, can i say that i've been happy? i think i can, in a really small way. i would prefer to use the word 'humbled', upon finding out how well most of my peers have done in their internship, how i've basically screwed it all up because i couldn't get myself to like what i was doing. it's a really bad attitude.

but it's about time someone told me that i might as well learn to live with this, you know? we might end up doing things we'll never like the rest of our lives, it's just how we try to avoid it.

i think it's also now that i should learn about luck- it doesn't come and go at will, the way it seems to for most people.

P/S: love might still be all around. :)

I blogged @ 12:53 AM

being with you is the closest thing i've ever felt to completeness.

I blogged @ 11:25 PM