Labels: him, random selfThere's no combination of words that I could put on th back of a postcardNo Song that I could sing, But I can try for your heart.Our dreams and they are made out of real things,like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned lovin'Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart."Why are we here?" and "Where do we go?" and "How come we're so hard?"It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceivingI'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're togetherMmm, it always better when we're togetherYeah, we'll look at them stars when we're togetherWell, it's always better when we're togetherYeah, it always better when we're togetherAnd all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight,But i know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings, or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see,That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day sceneI'd be under the impression I was somewhere in betweenWith only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to doOr Places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree noMmm, it always better when we're togetherYeah, we'll look at them stars when we're togetherWell, it's always better when we're togetherYeah, it always better when we're togetherI believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleepAnd when I wake up, you look so pretty, sleeping next to meBut there is not enough time, and there is no, no song I could sing,and there is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing, We're better together.:)Well, i guess the written version was too cut up for good understanding. Sorry.
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Baby wrote me a postcard while he was in Paris. My second surprise since his absence to Europe. The good news is that- my precious is finally making his way back to meeeeee!He's probably in the air making his way to London from Madrid, then flying from London back to Singapore to meeeee! Tee hee hee. I am rather pleased to know that I am actually "hours" away from seeing him. I was thinking randomly to myself the "out of sight, out of mind theory" that I have with my bursting wardrobe, while packing my room a night ago which made me wonder, if he's gone for anything longer than 21 days, would I still remember him?*laughs*Whatever it is, I'm looking forward to the familiar sight of Mr Foo, and I've been told to expect a darker, skinner version of him (so he tells me, from the scorching hot sun, walking and food)..... while I've been indulging myself with my usual sustenance, sitting in the comforts of the office and home.. becoming elephantine rapidly. Lalala.
Labels: girlie toys, him, random selfI woke up to my typical sleep-in Saturday, and was greeted to a peculiar sight!A bouquet of pretty purple and cream coloured roses, was placed prettily next to my Macbook staring at me. I took in the sight of charming hues, the water droplets perched daintily on the petals, the opulence of pearls sprinkled across the bouquet, as I wondered to myself sleepily, "how in the world did this bouquet end up on my table?!"It took me a long while to take in the presence of the purple bouquet ( just lots of blatant staring), before attempting to investigate where the flowers came from.
The sender turns out to be..... *drumrolls*.... Baby!!!I beamed from ear to ear when i found out who the sender was. Hahahhaha :DIt is a surprise indeed! All the way from "Barcelona"! 
Turns out that Baby arranged (with lots of help) for the bouquet to be sent from Singapore to meeeeee.The flowers were supposed to make me smile until he gets back from Europe, because I missed him terribly.This is definitely my happiest Saturday, since he's been gone.I promised baby that I will take lots of pictures with my surprise, and here we go.... taken in the day, before heading out to SMU to collect conferment invitation passes for Mr Surprise's convocation next weekend. (Da will be graduating too! Yay!)
Taken after my night out with the besties. Without the camera flash...
I seem to have a miraculous tan, whenever the camera flash is in use. Hmmm..Funny eh?
Well well, those happy blooms did keep me smiling :)Thank you baby, i truly ♥ the surprise.xoxo
I've lost interest in playing Restaurant City ( rather, nothing much to level up anymore) , and have moved on to a new game that Valda introduced me to. It's called fish a fish!Like what the name of the game suggest, it's a fishing game that requires you to level up by fishing at different ponds, acquiring different fishes to sell, to earn money and get better equipments and outfits to make one more skillful. Fishing is currently my new past time, and just take a look at my aquarium! I changed the color of the tank water to a dark purplish tinge, added corals, seaweeds in its similar color scheme and only threw in fishes that would complement the look of my aquarium. Hahahah. :DI'm also pretty into Lounge music lately, favouring Hotel Costes' Cafe de Flore from Volume 10. Listening to the song places pretty thoughts into my head, and has some sort of a happy and calming effect on me. Speaking of happy, the fruits from all my online shopping seems to be arriving in throngs, coupled together with those that I've bought from sale, and those that I have been sewing, I think I might just have enough newly bought clothes to last me for a month?Laughs.Well and not forgetting that the boyfriend's due to be back in Singapore in approximately 6 days. :) :) :) Yes I'm indeed rather happy.
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It's baby's birthday today! Someone's 25, and is making his way to Paris from Venice, as I write this.Birthday in Paris! My, my! I'm sure many would kill to spend their birthday in Paris (Parisians aside), so better savour every moment of it, baby. :DHere's a cute crab cupcake for the birthday boy :) (I'm guessing that he's not going to bother about cakes or celebration while he's there)Happy Birthday Baby! xoxo!
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I woke up to a very sunny morning, and a rather cooperative hair day, therefore the good lighting for peek-tures!Well that and i wanted to show off the haircut that I've gotten on Monday. Expensive, but satisfying.Previously i was looking dreadful, with too much weight from the hair, that's too heavy at the bottom, too poofy at the sides. Very lifeless hair!That and the random new (not so new anymore) hairband that I bought weeks ago.
Labels: everything else, sightingsto start my otherwise boring Friday morning..I woke up to Da's sms, telling me that Michael Jackson is dead at 7 this morning!Comeon, 7am is too early for me to register anything, as i plonked myself back into the comforts of my warm pillows.It was only when i was dressing up for work, when the news of his death finally sank in. OMG!My childhood legend is dead!!I reminisced the days where Da and I would hang out at Dad's office lounge to watch The MJ Album in LD formats! (Freaking Laser Discs, man!) We were still in primary school, as we groove to his songs, MTVs and be really facinated by his moon walking!The LD was some sort of an early Biography, compiling the best of Michael Jackson. Featuring the dude himself as a kid in the Jackson 5, snippets of his concerts and MTV made into a movie of sorts!Even the brother who's 11 years younger has watched that LD countless times as a kid.It's hard to comprehend that our childhood legend is dead. I really hope that MJ will be able to truly rest peacefully, without being plagued with all his insecurities, bad press, ailments etc. The dood's got a tough life man!I entered office greeted by the sounds of MJ, as Valda was paying tribute to MJ by playing his songs in itunes. She later also 'fessed up that even after she's exhausted her itunes collection, all major radio stations were playing MJ's songs.... we really do not have much choice here... LOL.--Well the second schocking news that I have learnt today!She's soooooo hot!!!Well, apparently Megan fox recently admitted that she's not a woman. she's born as Mitchell Reed Fox.OMGG!!!!There is also this video clip of Megan admitting that she's a man, a drag, a tranny, where I would think that she was joking to the media...but she did look alittle emotional and upset during the interview...Ah well...I foresee this piece of news bursting the fantasy bubbles of millions of guys, especially so, as Transformer has just made it to the screens. I mimicked the sound of multiple bubbles bursting, as Valda gleefully relays the shocking new to her Boyfriend.I think Baby will be heartbroken as well, but he's just too far away in Venice for me to assess if he's really heartbroken! Awwwww...come on, don't be too sad. I still think that Megan's hot!*Seriously i dont care if Megan Fox was a guy or not.I just think it's amusing. Soooo go believe what you want to, yeah?
Labels: grumbles, random selfLately, the argument of predictability kept popping up in my head, whenever I emerge into one of my reflective mode.I ponder if being predictable is a good/bad trait, and likewise if being fickle/volatile/inconsistent is a good/bad trait to have. I debate really really hard to myself if i'm mostly predictable, or otherwise, and I really cannot make up my mind.Most thoughts that passed randomly in my head would point towards my inconsistency in life, as like how most elders often worry about the general attitude that I take towards my life, where they would somehow feel that I permeate an aimless aura towards my life, that I would leave my job on a whim and fancy, to how I'd gladly dress up like a clown one day, and look real polished up another day, or even how my emotions and temperament would change really quickly in a matter of seconds.Ahh, you get what I mean.. Flighty, capricious, whimsical, and unreliable.However the other half of my argument stems from how I would assume responsibility like second nature, being reliable, a source of pillar to my loved ones at all times. Which also goes to show that I'm not as erratic as most view me to be either.It is rather sickening that I draw no conclusion after all that internal debates.Granted that I do enjoy the freedom of being fluky, but I think I deserve more credit than most people would bestow me, on my reliability.
