nineteen years and twelve months

i never understood the big deal everyone used to make about turning 20,
but i gues nw i understand.

anyway,

i never really liked birthdays,

cos i never really understood it,

and the idea of celebrating yourself,

never got to me.

however,

it's a very nice reminder,

that there are ppl in this world,

who do remember and care,

even when u feel all alone.

so, this is my way of saying thank you.

thank you to all of you,

who remembered my birthday,

for the calls, sms-es and msgs,
thank you for taking time off your day,

to celebrate with me,
and thank you for all the effort,

you've all put into those thoughtful gifts.

thank you for the wonderful dinner at movida,

and the random convos at kino.

also, for the book and the ring.

thank you for dinner at sawasdee,

and cake at port melb beach.

thank you jack and san for the lovely gifts,

was very sweet of you guys.

thank you audrey,

for putting in so much thought and time,

into making the scrapbook for me.

thank you shree and sonika, for coffee, and these lovely gifts.




and thank you khee wei, for this embarassing yet awesome video, for the song, oh, and movies toO!

and speaking of movies, thank you colleen, for new moon. =D

thank you all... !

with everything that's happened this past couple of weeks,
never have i felt this helpless before.
never have i cried this much,
never have i found it this hard to force a smile.

and i dont know who to turn to,
and what to do.

chameleon

if i were to build a tree house up that tall tree by the lake,
and hide out there.

if i were to dive down to the bottom of the sea,
duck behind the corals and camouflage.

if i were to be invisible and unseen,
like a chameleon that changes its color with the background.

what would it be like,
if i were?

just random thoughts i got ,
while i was walkin arnd the gardens today,
dont really wish to be invisible,
but cant help but wonder how diff life wud be.
good? bad? i dont kno.

are you truly happy?

picture puzzle piece

its 4.30am, and i cant sleep.
i didnt wana start watchin anymore tv series,
so i was just reading some poems.

i love poems,
the wordplay,
the symbolism and hidden meanings,
they're so beautiful.

Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the redVelvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little biteOf the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

how i wish, i can one day,
write just as well.

thank you

anyone who knows me well enough,

knows how much i hate ppl who are not on time.

and the only other thing i hate more than that,

is being late myself.

so u can only imagine how annoyed i was,

when u said you were 10 mins away, 3 hours ago.

making me half an hr late

but the day started to pick up when i had lunch w the few others,
it was nice catching up,and have a few giggles.

to look back, and see how far we've come since,

i really would miss each and everyone of u.

and to you,

ive got to say thank you.

cos uve made my day.

from ur panna cotta that redefines panna cotta

and sent me straight to heaven,

to ur lil gift that makes me laugh to myself,

everytime i read it.

i really do hope that you'll get the epiphany,
or enlightenment, or wtv it is, it's called.
but im sure u will, when u least expect it.

just like, how one day, ill actually start cooking proper food,

and not burn them. =p

for now,

no senseless rhymes, no stupid jokes,

but just these two words,

from me to you.

thank you.

=D

and btw, this is what happens,
when im just too lazy to go out,

n we're just a lil bit too moh lieu.