his million complaints

i love having heartfelt deep conversations with the member of the opposite sex. regardless she was sick this morning, we still talked. to the point where it was almost time for her to leave. she was drained out, i saw it in her eyes. i told her to lay her head on my shoulder and rest her eyes. She obliged but couldnt fall asleep. thus we embraced each others company, the silence and the occassional glances into each others eyes. Tsk, didnt i say i might never see her again? I think im gonna accompany her more often till she leaves next month. After that, i dunno whats gonna happen. heck, im at work now and im feeling confused. In the words of taeyang, "im tired of being alone, sick of being single. I think i need me a girl, i need girl like..." and there you go, i'd found my prototype

its like in the movies once again. a fateful meeting between 2 young adults. not knowing that we would pour out our secrets and yet, still able to get close to one another. and it was the cuddles that made the night. the warm whispers in the ears. the perfume that she wore and the scent of her shampoo on her hair. she telling me about her life and the troubles she went through. about how she and her supposed life partner just broke up after three long years. a sad tale of the rich and the poor. about how comfortable she actually felt talking to me, she figured that maybe its cos of our same age. she who embraced me in her arms felt safe. i felt likewise. her butterfly kisses made me felt fuzzy on the inside. "i don't want you to leave" her words rang through my head. it was 0720hrs by then. we needed to get our sleep. after the long hug, we parted ways. In the cab, i was left confused. not surprising. see, i brought this up cos its sweet and all but its sad cos we c...

and its funny that they dont see the change. and its more funny that they dont sense the early hate signals. its funny that i just know.

the haul and so, i stood there, looking at all the titles. all at a great discount. i scrolled left to right and right to left, middle to top. till one of the salesperson approached me. she picked out a title. "Fantasy Couple"    "this one is very nice. its hilarious. i like it" she told me with great eagerness, and a chinese accent. "ouh? thank you very much then" she passed the DVD boxset to me. i didnt place it back to where it belong. instead i held it on tight, indicating to her that i'm agreeing with her choice and i shall leave that place with that recommendation. and she then picked another title "Princess Hours". the same thing happened, she passed the boxset to me to allow me the chance to read the synopsis. happy to see me not reject her recommendation, she picked up another, "Cinderella Man", "My Wife Is A Superwoman".  i recalled a point of time where there was an awkward silence between us as she tri...

for a moment, i just stared at this space. in my lifetime, i did a couple of things that i'm pround and not proud of. but thats not the point here. sometimes.. wait, what am i even thinking. i was thinking, oh shit, look at how long since i'd last updated. and yes, i visit daily, but entrywise, i do it seldom nowadays. so to whoever reading this space, i do apologise. its not as if i couldnt, but its just that i didnt. i could do it anywhere and anytime, technology, oh my, im thankful towards technology. 127hours is an awesome movie nonetheless. but its one of those movies that you're willing to let your eyes stray for a while and wander for a few seconds. especially so when he cuts off his own hands. so ya. say, lets get back to me blogging. for a year counting, i'd changed. i didnt wanna blog. i was concerned. but puhlease, let me forget about all this self concious rubbish ish. today was awesome. woke up and found out that there's not much vessel to work...

a new year, a new hairdo. and Mrs Wrong is taking a tad too long to appear. :E *i like that kind of girl

Taeyang featuring G-Dragon "I Need A Girl" i still think i'm korean. and i still love taeyang and g-dragon, hot or whutt? and both from Big Bang, in which i'd been listening to the whole of this month. and yes, i need a girl. literally.

"sorry you can't come to my house this chinese new year, i have nazi parents, they don't like malays" seriously, that brings the total to 11 houses im not invited to then. problem is, i didnt even ask. clap clap bravo. don't let me see your family eating nasi lemak, mee siam or satay ever again. so much for us not being able to integrate with the other races. and like i said, the best part was that i wasnt even gonna ask whether i could go around and do house visiting. but please, im still gonna bring my ceena friends to visit my house during my festive season. cos im nice like that. and i integrate well.