so talk about being brutally eventful on the last day of 2009. brought 2 people who never skated before ice skating. awesome fun. i forgot how awesome it was. discovered they have pretty comfortable gloves now. said 2 ppl fell. interesting to watch *o*

stepped on a live bee and got stung on the sole of my right foot. hoorah. the driving foot! screamed in agony while the maid attempted to pull out it’s sting. rolled around some more and sweated like a pig because we forgot to turn on the fan. dabbed my precious apple cider vinegar on and with a sore foot drove up to damansara with 2 guinea pigs in my car. *o* prior to that asked my maid if she’s ever got stung. she answered me yes 3 times. i asked what happens!! she laughs and said nothing just that her lips were swollen. and then she says but a lot of other kids in my kampung died. wow wee. nice way to console me much?

driving down and sees the traffic light turn red near his place. break. and suddenly i see smoke. inch a bit more in front. and the car on the opposite side of me burst into flames *o* talk about timing and tragedies. got into the house and with zoom lens and a 450D. WAHLA. for your viewing pleasure =p if u enlarge u can actually see the car plate number. wtf

lookie the sparks as it further combusted. HUHUHU

flames going down

and actually i dunno what is this really. but its pretty *o*

happy last 2009 everyone! and hello 2010 @_@. wtf. that was hell fast.

When you close your eyes and all you see is eternity in ways you can never describe. When you lie shivering almost naked, blanketed by a darkness that stops your heart. There is someone else beside you, but for reasons unexplained it feels like you’re alone; abandoned by the world you know almost nothing of.

 You try to reach out but your body is frozen in place and a painful fury of emotion chokes you as your eyes suddenly open and all that stares back is an empty cloud of tired frustration. You want to be held, to be caressed and lovingly touched but nothing happens and you are pulled deeper into this state of mock depression.

 There is a tune that plays a melody so haunting, a piano piece that molds itself perfectly to these words. a song so complementary to my tired demeanor, it’s almost disturbing.

I want to stop time.

Stop these games of constant rush and be swept away slowly, certainly like a leaf carried by the gentle current of a stream’s peaceful lead.

To stop your time and take away all that is constantly causing a cease on the soft folds of your forehead. Take away time for a brief period of your life, away from these disruptive patterns of phonecalls and deadlines to meet.

Close your eyes and hold my hands. There really is so much more to life than meets the eye.

All you need to do is breathe.

And there i will stand, ready and as fleeting as the wishful wind; a child wide eyed and as innocent as can be.

(picture credit to Kevinhan.net ; post process self.)

It’s some kind of wonderful to wake up cosy in bed, neither freezing nor sweating but with the sun in your face and just the right kind of wind. you awake smiling and eyes are twinkling as your heart tells you today is going to be a good day.

New Radicals play your happy tunes and a stroll to the car is greeted with the warmth of glorious sunshine. Perfect weather, newly burnt CD ; recipes for a leisurely Monday drive.

Hop out of the car, fiddle with the locks, be greeted by the monster dogs and be swept into a lover’s arms; bliss is in the form of many simple things. Toploader’s dancing in the moonlight lift’s the spirits up as i type in this happy whirlwind of pseudo high.

Dim sum cravings and off we go. Car park right in front, no hassle, just in time. Dumplings, durian pastry, yam cakes and that perfect cup of tea. end it all with some mango pudding and a couple walks hand in hand into an empty mall 200 metres away. Playful nudges and the tell tale flush of red on each others lips, people stare envious as they walk back into their office suites.

Spot a sign and run towards it, books of all sizes pile. Fresh and crisp, new books; hardcovers and paperbacks at 30% their original price. Sweep a finger across the glossy covers, take a deep breath as the smell of those ink covered paper knocks you senseless.

5 paperbacks and a hardcover for 80 bucks.

this is happiness on a monday of the year’s first and last December.

since im like on this picture spamming spree again. i noticed there’s a massive lack in my own face lately. and i was looking through FB and discovered holy shit there’s a whole lotta pics that i totally forgot about. sooooooooooooooooo.. lets double rewind a bit and let me spam my blog with pics from FB okeh =p sorry lar. nothing much to write about lately.

well technically i was suppose to be working but i forgot i had another job after that so i was just there for a short short while and these are some really random pointless shots. like a lot of my picture spamming post la. ahhaa. all pointless but i like can. wtf.

siapa punya hairy hand?

damn cute can from thailand. lol. apparently its really strong.

kevin lah

fugz lahhh

octopus dance

with his octo lips =p

woo

faddddiiii!

entahlah siapa dia.

ya.okay end.