All i can say is OMG

OMG. Of course i'm not saying i'm a dog. Or a handbag for that matter. Why the heck am i wasting creativity on YOU PEOPLE. I'm likening myself to certain characteristics of a dog yes, i'm not saying i am a dog, you fools. You guys just totally miss the point, don't you?

And the thing is, it's not funny at all. No ha ha about it. Just shows the lack of comprehension skills and tact when you ask me about it in the stupidest ways that even i, ditz extraordinaire, can't think of.

Really. Do me a favour. If you're not sure...look up the word metaphor in the dictionary. If you don't own one, please. Do everyone a favour and buy one before uttering another word out of your mouth.

Dog

I can smell the great outdoors.
I remember where i last roamed free, i can sense every detail, every sight, scent, the feel of the ground beneath my feet.

The excitement rushes through my veins, pushing me on to the next great discovery, then the next and the next...

I reel myself back from my dreams of freedom.
I stare at the leash with great longing, for i know, even with the restraint, i am free.

My tail wags furiously, hoping he'll notice, hoping he'll say,"Good doggie, come on. Let's go!"
I whine pitifully, scratching at the door.

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I have had enough of staying home.
I'm bored out of my brains.
I need to GET OUT.

Do i really need to resort to barking and whining?

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ANYONE, pleaaaaase take me out?

True friends

Now see these faces, these are my true friends. So what if they shiok sendiri (which is all the time) i like them just the way they are. They're honest, brutal sometimes and i know they'll be there for me forever, just like i would them.

These crazy people, they're my crazy people.
We all have history.

See the one in the middle? Thats my famous writer friend, Ash. This one and i have VERY VERY interesting history. She and i once shared a crush *teeny tiny one* on this one useless fellow. Haha lots of drama ensued *with the fighting over the guy* but in the end, we both dumped the lout and are best of friends now! Hmm i seem to do these things often. Haha oh well. I've found lots of good friends this way, bonding over useless guys.

See the other one? That's the default sister. Or so she says. In my opinion, we're all default except for Phoebe cos she got to choose =( Thats Jo. She's also a crazy writer person. We also have a weird history. No...no more guys but i got to know her in Impressions. Went out on a girly day out with Ash who brought a friend i didn't know, who so happened to be JO!!! Haha, what a coincidence. But it's memorable, definitely.

Anyone who has friends like mine...are truly blessed.

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edit: Heh i just re-read the post and i'm surprised at myself. Lookee this little phrase here :

Haha lots of drama ensued *with the fighting over the guy* but in the end, we both dumped the lout and are best of friends now!

I didn't realise i even used the word. I had to check the dictionary to make sure it meant what i wanted it to mean. Didn't realise i had the word in my vocab. Gahaha, world of ditzdom, here i come.

It's so funny

It's so funny when i see some of my old friends try so hard.
It's amusing but sad.
When you pose or dress up sexily when you just look...cheap, slutty and uncomfortable.
Why do you guys care so much about looking cool?
Whenever we have gatherings, you guys have to dress up to the nines even though its just a house party (it usually is). It's embarrassing.
It embarrasses us, bcos it embarrasses you.
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So what if we're tough company to keep up with?
If we seem cool to you, its cos we don't bother so much about being cool.
We're just being... normal. Real. Ourselves. Which is how its supposed to be.
Nobody wants someone to be a faker just for a special occasion.
Cos we're old friends.
We've already seen you at your worst, been by you at those horrible gruesome times.
How much worse can it get?
So please, word of advice :
Just be normal, and don't fake it. Really. It's not working. We can tell.
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I betcha people will terasa.
But i really don't care.
Cos i've had enough.
It's really really putting us off ever seeing you again and that's not good.
So you've got to buck up or we really just can't stand you anymore.

My last birthday was spent in here.

The year before was pretty ...

So this proves the fact that my birthday usually sucks.

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That doesn't mean i didn't enjoy my birthday.

It just means, there are factors, in fact quite important factors, that made it suck.

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So, here i am. Another birthday, another year older.
I've finally reached the big 20. It's just another day in the life.

I've been waiting for the next direction, the next instructions.
Been feeling so lost, so lonely. Helpless, cos i don't know what to do.
And i wonder and wonder, but no answer.
People say i need to be patient, but how?
I'm insecure, doubtful, so low i feel.
I'm definitely not gonna be "employee" of the month.

Then God sends me a friend.
He sent me you.
Yes, YOU!
And you...and you...and you...
And offers me the answer i've been longing for.
That i'm not alone, that people care,
that it's worth it being patient,
That i am LOVED.

So i sing my praises
and rejoice...
For i am loved.
By the only One.

The Bag : Part 2

There's a slight rip now. I scratched it as i walked by some other girl holding the Coach bag that had the big metal lock. She didn't even notice.

Thanks

Thanks all of you for your birthday wishes. It really made my day.

Thank you, especially to Janning : who planned by birthday surprise, no matter what.

Thank you, Evonne, Swen, Ash, Adrian, Mei, Elvy and whoever bought me the icecream : for the presents and your presence at the thing.

Thank you, Jo, CCY : for being such good 'family'. You guys were the highlight of my night. Ash too.

Thank you, Mel, Joe, Sara, Andrea : for blessing me with your presence.

Thank you Josh M : the second and last highlight of my night =)

Thank you everyone else who i might have missed out, for calling and wishing me and sending really thoughtful and nice smses.

You all really made my birthday special.

Happy Birthday to me

I am no longer a teen.

This sucks.

What else am i gonna blame when i'm throwing a hissy fit?
I can't call myself a teenager anymore, i'm a young adult now.

With great numbers (in age) come great responsibility.

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Waaaaah, can i give a year back PLEASE?

FGA Ipoh

Interesting thing i picked up from the hobbit's lair :

If you ask for the wrong thing at the wrong time, God says 'No'
If you ask for the right thing at the wrong time, God says 'Slow'
If you ask for the wrong thing at the right time, God says 'Grow'
If you ask for the right thing at the right time, God says 'Go'

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Here Hobbit, this is something that i'm sure you miss. Outreach Cam-whoring!!!

From FGA Ipoh, photo courtesy of Ronald, thanks so much for the pics!Eishhh, what lah! Nothing better to take, but i like the picture! Very candid shot of me, a natural smile which is usually very rare in photos.Interesting shot, this was during the mini bootcamp! See my sis, in her NO FUR ad tshirt doing i have no idea what.Everything in the cinema ah, is BIGGER you know?!?!

Now this is more like ME!! Haha.. See what Drea is doing in the background! Tsk tsk tsk...

The Bag : Part 1

It's a whole new feeling all over again. Like owning a brand new bag, you get to discover the many pockets, the sumptuous linings, the smooth flow of the zips... And all you can do for the first few moments is really inhale the scent of leather and hold it close.

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I'm a woman, what other metaphor would you imagine i use?

It's these special moments where you learn all you can about your new bag, discovering the little defects here and there, opening every zip, snap or button. It's these special moments where you plan the best pocket, opening or compartment to stuff your daily essential items, find the little details that only serves to endear your bag to you more, things that fit perfectly into your life.

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It's these special moments before you fill it with your old purse that's almost breaking apart but can't bring yourself to throw away, your lip gloss which has melted a little from leaving your old bag in the sun too long, dozens of receipts and other little papers that makes up the baggage of your life that you stuff into your brand new special bag.

So cherish it, these moments.

Whack whack

Post taken from Jo's LJ : (with highlighted comments from yours truly)

Just came back from PoTC 3 with jargonic_ash and funkymonkeyerin. So much better than Spider-Man 3mo. If you're a huge Johnny Depp fan, then you'll *love* this third movie, you'll get an overload of him. Believe me, you'll understand once you've watched it. There were moments of pure genius, some moments of utter cheesiness, and also periods of 'Huh?'. The 'Huh?' mostly came from really bad Malay subtitles.

Thanks to the lovely funkymonkeyerin for queueing up at 10:30 this morning just to get opening night tix. (See i'm so nice, people! Actually there wasn't even a queue cos i was first in line. Hello duh! 10.30am kan? =p )

Remind me next time not to sit between the two fellas because I get one (this would be me *grins*) punching me in the arm at every cheesy/funny moment and another (that would be her) talking to me and snorting at the Will/Elizabeth parts. I was just busy concentrating on my own laughing/snorting/rolling of eyes/palmface during certain areas. But overall... good stuff.

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I like her post so much i decided to post it up here. I mean, haha anybody who's ever gone to a funny movie with me would know its in my genes to whack the nearest person i know during the really funny parts (why in my genes? Cos my sis does it too. And at least i do it not so painfully. Don't ever sit with my sis. She could kill you. With laughter. Seriously.) I don't know why we do it though. Maybe when our brain finds something funny, it alerts the funny bone which moves our arm to hit nearest familiar person several times. Haha its weird but thats me.

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This Boy

I stare at him from afar…

There he is.

This boy who somehow seems to me, a man.

He sees me approaching and smiles knowingly

There are secrets we share

In time of despair

We sit together

This boy, he radiates solace

He knows I'm afraid and hurt to the core

He listens well

He knows what to tell

I have shed some tears

This boy, he helped me wipe them away

He feels the pain I feel and cries my tears

He sees me shattered

To him it matters

This boy I know

I cry for him inside each day

The perfect chisel of a human being

He cares for me

It's sad to see

I pray so hard

For this man I know is true

Let him get the best

The gem of all treasures

To me he is precious

I stare from afar

Unable to hold his hand just yet…

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One of my writer friend's *i like calling her my writer friend, like i'm so impressed, like she's the only writer friend i know haha* masterpieces. See Ash, i'm advertising your works, you really should start paying me.