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My nieces...!






















Innocence on wheels.

Portrait.

Nice, eh?

As drawn by a friend of mine, the Talented Mr. Davies. (Like, the Talented Mr. Ripley, geddit?)


















Update: Noooo, I'm NOT naked, ok??!!

Sleeps inside.

Sometimes, I wish words were enough.

I wish I could even come up with those words in the first place.

Quotes from a future Singapore Idol.

Convo 1-

(On the phone)

Idol: Where are you ah?

QH: Somewhere.

Idol. Ok, bye!

~

Convo 2-

(Parting ways)

Idol: (getting on bus) Bye!

Either Diyanah or QH: Up your ass lah.

Idol: Ok, see you on Monday!

~

Wo men yong yuan zhi chi ni, Idol!
(We will support you forever)

SCREW VALENTINE'S DAY.

Valentine's Day is for LOSERS ok?!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be locked in my room, watching sappy DVDs and bawling my eyes out.

SCREW VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A restless wind inside a letterbox.

I sat and waited.

The bird drank from the puddle. It ducked its beak under a browned floating leaf and snapped its little head back, its thirst temporarily satisfied. Thrice.

Everything was blasted with the brightest sunlight you could imagine.

The bus came.

Got on.

I pressed 'play'.

Alanis said: "Mary Jane, don't censor your tears."

An ageing man with a strangely shaped flat-topped head. Salt and pepper hair.

I wondered where he was going.

I looked out the window stained with smears of hair gel.

I thought.

A phone call.

I can't treat her nicely like I should.

Past the all-too-familiar place.

Coldplay sang about singing a song called Yellow.

Past the market I knew so well for four years. The coffee shop we went to for our lunch break every Monday. Where they sold the noodles you all were obsessed with. The very same noodles where she found a cockroach in.

Everyone has their own lives now.

Hair gel on the window.

Past the vacuum that sucked up four years of my life.

Damien Rice explained: "It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate."

Past Clementi.

The Beatles observed: "Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox."

Did I misread you?

Radiohead pleaded: "Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry..."

A black Mercedes SLK.

Past Holland Village.

Mornings spent under the sun.

Where we used to have lunch together, even if it was only for an hour.

The reunions that are getting shorter and less frequent.

They'll be there forever.

Mxpx reassured: "I'll be there in your dreams and in this song."

A boy, no more than seven, rambling on to his mother sitting beside him. She nodded, barely listening, staring into space.

Hair gel on the window.

Past Dempsey.

Beer and mosquito bites.

Beer and vodka shots with them last Christmas.

I'll miss them so much next year.

South urged me to "Paint the silence".

Being a struggling, reluctant wallflower.

Orchard Road.

Got off.

He crooned: "That's all... That's all."

OGAY!

QH and Diyanah:
EH, UPDATE YOUR BLOG LEH, TEN MILLION YEARS NEVER UPDATE! I'm so sick of seeing the same picture there everytime the page loads!!!

Me:
Aiyah, lazy lah, some more no inspiration, damn sick of writing this week.

A certain person whose name starts with a 'G' and rhymes with 'Ben':
(5 Seconds later)
HUH?! WRITE WHAT?!

Never mind the fact that all of us had spent every waking hour together for the past week writing our proposal essays. That's what we were doing at the time of the conversation by the way. What writing indeed.

HAHAHAHA.

He cracks me up lah really.

Anyway.

It's...















THE NEW JOHN MAYER CD!

(Well, not actually the new one cos concert CDs don't really count but the actual REAL new one, Continuum, is due out in Spring 2006 and I have no idea when Spring is, so ya.)

Real good stuff. Almost makes me feel like I was in that concert myself. Almost. Blah, he will never come to Singapore.
That sexy, sexy sandy voice never fails to strike that certain emotion in me.
Always makes my day.

And I just discovered his BLOG!!!

I love John Mayer. I love John Mayer.

Did I mention that I freaking love John Mayer?

You know what else I freaking love?

MY NEW PHONE.

That's right. No more lousy shitass LG phone that can't even make calls and sms-es properly.

I FREAKING LOVE MY NEW PHONE.

Not in a writing mood today, I've had enough of writing for this week with the proposal and speech and all that shit.

Therefore........... PICTURES! LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES! Taken over the past 2 weeks.

I FREAKING LOVE PICTURES.















BANANA SPLIT!
(the shirts, the shirts.)



















The lens, Glen... the lens.














Baby Q, Baby Diy and Baby Yun.























Look, the girl doll has boobs... hahaha.








































We're incredibly lost.














But we still obey the rules.














"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones."















Fugly and not-so-temporary insanity, bubble tea pearls in teeth and all.

Ok that's it. Going off to watch the Grammys now.

"So I choose to sit in the dugout on all things big world. My little world consists of guitars, bit torrent, videos of snakes swallowing things whole, and trying to come up with new ways to sing about either finding love or losing it. I like my little world."
-John Mayer

I love everyone. BYE!

"And to my gorgeous wife, Denise, who has stood by me this entire time, our beautiful children, Mother Nature Mayer and my little man, Camel Invador Mayer, Daddy loves you."
-Guess who?