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Greeting cards have all been sent

The Christmas rush is through

But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you

Merry Christmas darling
We're apart that's true
But I can dream and in my dreams
I'm Christmas-ing with you

That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year, too
I've just one wish
On this Christmas Eve
I wish I were with you

"we may be separated but i'm content with him and it doesn't mean we're really apart."

"we both have our own lives to live-be it us still living within 1km from each other or on different continents."

break my heart for what breaks yours..

Do you have to let it linger?

Sometimes even the worst things in the past,

are remembered as the

sweetest scent of mildew u ever had...

and the suffering continues due to an illusion of something u didn't have

how ironic...

wei shi me...

Leftovers are such humble things

We would not serve to a guest

And yet we serve them to our Lord

Who deserves the very best.

We give Him leftover time

Stray minutes here and there.

Leftover cash we give to Him

Such few coins as we can spare.

We give our youth unto the world

To hatred, lust and strife;

Then in declining years we give to Him

The remnant of our life..

so remember what should be important

That of eternal height..

don't take for granted

that a door that was once open,

can be barred and locked shut...

hey you..

once you've experienced this,

you won't forget it

once you've lost it,

you won't miss it

once you're put through it again

you remember what you had left behind...

because i was reminded

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

It is born by Pablo Neruda

Today I discovered...

"liao"

Another undefinable word made up by Malaysians and much too often typed at the end of sentences in online games. The general meaning of the word can be roughly interpretted as "already." The word is commonly thrown around incorrectly and makes it even more confusing

"calafare"

Also cair-lair-fare, calefare, callafair. 1 An actor playing a minor role or bit part in a film or television programme, an extra. 2 fig. An idle person, a layabout; a supporter, a hanger-on. There is truly no such word in the dictionary. Pronounced as “care-lair-fare”, the term refers to bit-role actors, or extras in the entertainment industry in Hong Kong, Malaysia and Singapore. No one can really agree on how to spell the colloquialism, some spell it as “Callafair”, some spell it as “Cair-lair-Fare”. According to the producers, the term “calefare” – literally translated from Latin means to “keep warm”. And since the producers decided to spell it as “Calefare”, we, the calefare, are sticking with it. Nobody really knows for certain how we extras came to be referred to as “calefare”. One theory is that the term evolved from a Cantonese phrase (“chia li fei”) that referred to the lunch packs served to us – tomato rice, curry rice and coffee.

this is wat happens when u mix wif ppl who din't grow up wif u..wakakaka:P

Don't you cry, don't you shed a tear...

tragically motivating..its been awhile

waiting for my train to come..

the choice is yours

the end of two n a half years...

Fraser's hill: 31st July-2nd August 2010

Phuket: 6th-11th August 2010

Singapore: 12th-15th August 2010

i'm no longer dat wise anymore..hoho:P

Seremban: Another two and a half years...:P

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. ~Colette

You picked the wrong guy. You picked the wrong guy. You made a really really really bad choice. What were you thinking? That guy?! Are you kidding me?! Have you learn nothing in the last eight years? You’re just gonna regret this. You know that right? You are going to regret this. And now there’s nothing you can do about it because it’s too late. All you can do now is go up there and start your crappy, disappointing life, that would never be nearly as happy as the one you could’ve had with me. - Ted Mosby

strikes a chord somewhere, indeed

random "hopefully" rhymes

Some friends you know when you are young,

Learning and scraping knees together in the sun,

Those carefree days seem so long ago,

One thing remains the same-that friendship that you know.

Some friends you meet and though you may try,

You remain distant though stuck in the same sky,

And as the sky fades so does the two,

And all thats left is the sweet scent of mildew.

Other friends may seem inseparable like twins,

Though as the curtains part so does the scene,

As hard as they may try some things can't be repaired,

Though maybe they can if time is prepared.

Still others may seem the unlikeliest of friends,

And its true for their thread hangs on thin air,

Though in that moment it seems mighty best,

To have someone there to help bear your chest.

Intentionally Untitled

A fancy metal which doesn't shield,

A sharp sword which doesn't pierce,

Those whose waters may look to run deep,

But in the end are just elaborate distractions.

And so on these paper like mockeries,

Only to receive multiple injuries,

Some cutting deeper than mere surfaces,

Till in the end all thats left is heartfelt bitterness.

I was reading a random blog today....

And found this...

" A girl leaves not because she wants to, but because the guy opens the door and let her. "

hmm its true to a certain extent..

but sometimes got good reason also ma....

becky says: but sometimes we both let go cause deep down inside, we know we both want to let each other go...

maybe we see something better...

or maybe we're just hoping to be led and given a sign that something better is waiting..

something that maybe involves us both together...

ironically, this song started playing on my winamp as i wrote down these lines...

We question what we are

This has been the best so far

And I miss you

When we're apart

And this feeling shall last

This feeling shall last

We are proud enough to not to know

That we are strong enough to let it go

And this feeling shall last

This feeling shall last

I could be a thousand years apart

And you always have my heart

Well this has been nice

We'll meet again sometime

But I can't promise you

'Coz I'm flying away

I'm on top of some building

And

With the lovely view

I'll think of you

It's a small world darling

And we are still young

We might be so far away

We might just meet again someday

Anything that's worth having...

Is sure enough worth fighting for ...

since i saw this sticker on a car screen....

it must be true...hmmm

“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.”

“You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.”

- Lewis B Smedes

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.

- Mohandas Gandhi

The noblest revenge is to forgive...

- Anonymous

thanks for the checkup..n reminder...:)

Of dusty bookshelves and pineapple tarts

I read of a man who stood to speak

At the funeral of a friend

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

From the beginning to the end

He noted that first, came his date of birth

And spoke of the following date with tears

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between those years

For the dash represents

All the time she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her

Know what that little line is worth

For it matters not, how much we own

The cars, the house, the cash

What matters most is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash

So think about this long and hard

Are there things you’d like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

That can still be rearranged

If we could just slow down enough

To consider what is true and real

.

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So when your eulogy is being read

With you life’s actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

And how you spent your dash?

The Dash~by Linda Ellis

because we are all bought with a price

What can wash away my sin?

What can make me whole again?

For my cleansing this I see

Nothing can my sin erase

Naught of works. 'tis all of grace

This is all my hope and peace

This is all my righteousness

Nothing but the blood of Jesus

feeling: gahhhhhhhhh cny chores jus keep goin on n on...zzz...

headbanging to: everybodys looking for love, ain't that the reason you're at this club...

bubbling over:

• Psychopathy is a personality disorder whose hallmark is a lack of empathy. Lacking in conscience and empathy, they take what they want and do as they please, violating social norms and expectations without guilt or remorse.

hehe i always just thought it meant someone was crazy:P:P

• Hosanna is used to express praise or adoration to God.
• Kaleidocycle i just never knew such a thing existed:P

Thought bubbles...

so today in the shower, i concluded dat something either crazily stupid or really good is sure to get sufficient opposition from ppl to make u second guess urself..hehe or sum1 else sed sumtin similar which was where happiness lingers, despair is lurking at its feet..or sumtin lidat:P but den d next question came to mind, if dat sumtin dat is makin u get so crazily hurt is eider really stupid or really good..how do u know which is it?stupid or good?lol

guess only time will tell...

but till den, i'll savour d happiness..

in ur faces opposition!

btw becky realy really sucks at EQ..shes really sorry to any1 shes ever hurt due to d plain fact dat she avoids saying sorry, to which she doesn't know d reason..she jus thinks its better to justify her actions or say nothing rather than apologising..which is WRONG she realises..but she still does it...

this made me laugh:

"I can picture a world without war, without hate. I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it. "

-Seen in a slashdot sig

"Anything too stupid to be said, is sung." -Voltaire

Of the 2nd of February....

hmm i just realised i haven't blogged for bout a month but den again its like i have sumtin 2 blog bout but when i open d page to do it, it slips..lol like a breast mouse:P hmm the big 21..honestly i dun feel any difference, jus dat now it gives ppl a reason to say hey u shudn b acting dat way, ur ready how old..grrr watch out u..personally my birthdays have never been bout d celebration to me, phie helped me make it bout spending time wif ppl n mom showed me dat u can celebrate even if u don't want to..lol so i guess i'm happy how i spent it dis yr..way quieter than i expected, which i never wud have done if sum1 hadn ditched me..in a good way:P but m thankful for d ppl i have in me life, which i guess comes to show when its d bday, cos dey remind me again dat i made a difference in a person's life by bein a fren,etc. n its cool dat after sum time, ur frens notice wat u want as a present rather than things u know..so thanks for ur time:)

hmm CNY is coming, n its a friggin pain in d arse..moms been piling on chores roun d hse n its barely done with..valentines as well, hehe i read a hate post on my frens blog bout it where she sed evrytime she sees couples she feels like breaking dem up..funny mayb i'm having bloggers block for d time being so i'll end wif on dis note..adios amigosps: one day i'm so getting a customized tattoo dat i so have in mind, a dragon wif a thorn in d mid of d body blowing out a flame which becomes a black rose(which is where d thorn came from)..any ideas where to put it thou???rawrrrr..never been one for mediocrity..i found fishnet shirt!!!gosh at a cool shop sellin clothes of d label "gothic lolita punk"..haha i tink i'd be friggin emo stylo overseas:P friggin expensive for d shirt thou..

Of 10 leech bites and 3 days of mittens..

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, noryou, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Pablo Neruda hmm i've concluded dat poetry and music r universal-dat no matter the language, the thought put into the lines can touch even if it needs to be translated..and so a new year really starts for me: with this fresh thought i see a future i didn't think ought but this i know that as long as u walk beside me as clear as i know who i am i know who i will be with you..

"Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God...We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body...Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4