#9 Needles, Flowers, Sharps & Flats.

Living in 8 degrees.

Flowers;
I love white, neither do I bite!
I like red, but you're better 'cause you're great.
Yellow's the best, for without you, my heart's hollow.

It's unnerving how suddenly you feel unprepared, and afraid.

#10 Might Cause Drowsiness.

Like how time speeds ahead. We barely catch up, breathless;

Sleep always feels good. After the hot shower, snuggled under the blankets under the pitter-patter of the raindrops. Their symphony, your music. 

It's nearing the end, and the beginning of something new. Can't say I'm not excited, if you were to ask. But I'm apprehensive too. Uncertain, unsure. Let's hope full recovery comes in 10 days.

#11-#10 Slippin' Through The Days.

Two week ago, at the Clarke Quay Riverside, Singapore.

Amidst the few hours of rest time, some find their own haven.

Amongst the melancholy of work and social life, some find peace.

Along with close company, some find belonging, and meaning. (:

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Sometimes you want to turn off those stares;

Sometimes you want to drop off some of the attention;

Sometimes you just want to be yourself;

Sometimes.

Let's backdate to #12

Food History: 8 Years On. ;D

#13, The Five Hour Paint Job.

Smells good. NOT!

I'm spottier than a snow leopard! ;D
And not to mention turpentine-ly smelly.

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As per requested, links are at the side. I collated one years worth only though. Enjoy (:

#14, F is for family.

Crab says: "Hi"

Salad says: "Hi"

Piece of Cow says: "Hi"

And I say hi. (:

Happy anniversary, Mom, Dad.

Roundabout.

It's quaint, how every day's a different day, every year's a different year. Yet still we commemorate the same, sometimes mundane events, boorish even. New year, new celebrations, no? Perhaps not, by the way things go. At times, I suppose it's how we want to remember history, for the impact it plays in our lives; for some, the momentous events that shaped their future, or perhaps just to mark down a certain success or failure we've experienced. We all do reminisce the past, for all its memories.

It was just like yesterday I had my very first Christmas present, or so memory serves. It came under a gaudily decorated Christmas tree, bearing the home wrapped bundle of labeled gifts. I was 6, innocent, oblivious, but ever excited like any other children waiting to open their gifts on Christmas morning. It was my favorite soft-toy-monkey of all times, my companion for the years to come. And yet as the years grew by, the Christmas festivity and anticipation weaned, the joy of Christmas gradually faded. True, though there is still the ever present cheer and gleeful laughter of our little juniors receiving their share of gifts as well as the warm reunion of a family gathered together for a meal, but some, wearied by the years lose sight of the splendor of these occasions.

As they say, life goes in cycle, we are replaced by yet generations after generations of juniors.

Something today prompted this train of words, how as we mature we see people follow our footsteps. Today I'd shared with my sister of six years junior how we spent our days in school. And yes, I was reminded of a fresh faced me, hugging my schoolbag tight, shorts and all. But it was great. And we realize through conversations that some things never change, for guys, girls and for girls the other way. Then comes ankle socks, short skirts, school work, teachers, friends. The same troubles, different generations. Time's traveled through a circle, back where it starts, beginning afresh with different faces. A roundabout. We've been there, we've done that. And we've loved it.

For myself, there's meaning in every occasion, every celebration. Although each year's different, we remember it for the same memory. Good, bad, even. (:

#15, Back in 'oh-four. (:

Falling ill's no reason not to smile. (:

And here's the thanks I owe to a childhood friend.
For one, she's taught my younger self how a person could be optimistic.
How one could still remain cheerful amidst one's worries.
And to laugh out loud, above everything. Hahaahahaha.

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Story of the Octopi - I find this really amusing ;D

Have you heard of the story of the Male Octopus and the Female Octopus?

THEY WALKED HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND ...

IN HAND !!

#16, Obliterator.

It is as they say, the pain masks everything;

It's intriguing how only in tight situations does it occur to one the worth of the many things that one is entitled to. At times we're living in our own worlds, oblivious to the happenings around us, very much so. Only in the face of calamity or dire stress do we value what we possess, and be grateful for once, that we're alive, healthy, and happy;

#17, Life sized footprints.

What would happen, if two lives met, then parted;

Due dates;
And what would one feel, if given a date of expiration.
Conflicted by the sudden influx of worries and unaccomplished goals?
Unwillingness to part with kin, family, friends?
Regret not having done or not properly doing certain tasks?

Parting, it's always the hardest part;

#18 Of Gatherings and Reunions.

It's a challenge, a spoken word, a promise.

#19, Filling the days.

Pose, say cheese! (Sorry, I don't have a better photo of you, so this will do ;D)

Happiness is when you get to delighted with just the simplest of achievements, contented with the smallest of wins, feel fulfilled spending time with a friend or two. (:

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Silence, solace, sanctuary.

#20: (Compact) Memories.

I do not love point-and-shoots. In place of a DSLR ):

I do not love canteen food. Anywhere else is good, hahah.

I do not love the school facilities. SALT's better. x)

But I do love the company, and the game (:

I say, I say, let's go back to '04;
Backtracking through the old loves.
They say rediscovering is yet another enjoyable process, it is;
And I'm luvin' it.

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Today's fav' song
Toxic, Britney Spears (Glee cover)
'I'm a addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic' ;DD

21.

It's 21 days remaining before the bell tolls.
Somehow if you manage to see this, this was #8 on the list. (:
I'd document the days, hours, minutes.
Fleeting goodbyes, memories, experiences;
All before it comes down to February 9th.

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All the wrenching, suffocating, stabbing. It's ended;
I'll remember this day for a long time to come. (:

Double bar, period.

And thus the conductor faces the audience, takes a bow, and walks off the stage, for good. It is what it is.

Symphony: Number 9, Op 125.

When the heart does the talking, when the eyes do the storytelling.

Picking up the pieces.

All you can be ready for is the good. 'Cause when it comes, you invite it in.

To build it up, then tear it down. Like an old abandoned house. Like a set of armor. Like a fragile porcelain vase. Like ourselves. I believe that we each have in us, a certain amount confidence. Confidence to face tomorrow's troubles, to handle yesterdays backlogs. Yet we often get setback by the many potholes amidst our frenetic pursuits. And yes, just like how a house of bricks gets worn down, like how chinks are found in armor, and how a porcelain vase shatters into countless number of shards and fragments, we get disheartened from our unsuccessful attempts.

We wallow in the quagmire of self doubt, question our value and worth, despair. I do too. But not for long, not for long. And that is because we can't afford it. Can't afford to give slip, or give up everything that has been or will be. Aye, and here's to a more confident you. Don't let the words of others stop you from being who you are, nor let it hinder you in any, any of your possible endeavors. You're better than that. ;D

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Beauty, in the eye of the beholder. (:
Just the way you are - Bruno Mars.

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfect is what you're searching for
Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Boats, doors, ropes.

Whoever said the soccer player could not score even when there's a goalkeeper. Perhaps the least he could do was to try. x)

I'd love nothing than the company of close friends.
Where I laugh myself stupid, laugh till my sides hurt, laugh till all the troubles can be cast aside till later on.

Momentary relief; temporary solace.

Resolution.

Your very smile;

Brilliant as daylight, radiant as the stars. 

It's splendor, fitting for whom you are;

Don't let it fade 

Stay happy (:

6th on the list. The ever reliable front, excuse that we're all ready to display - the time, or lack of we face. That we're often too busy with our schedules to accommodate that of others. Rather, time can be found. Made readily available. Here's to hoping I'll see you soon, my friend. (;

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Your Love Is A Song - Switchfoot

The things we once loved.

Perhaps as human beings we've this innate fear of loss. Perhaps we've this sense of possessiveness, sense of belonging, sense of unwillingness when it comes to parting with the familiar. Or maybe, just maybe, perhaps we're scared that if we allow ourselves to be distracted from our goals for even one moment, the world's going to come crashing down and we won't be able to survive it.

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I remember the times in high school when we'd sing like there's no worry in life, just the few of us. To hell the homework, the assignments, the projects. We live our lives we like it. x)

And I too remember this song, and how I loved it. (:

Everywhere - Michelle Branch

Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're, you're never there
But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere
You're everywhere

Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
You're never there
And every time I sleep
You're always there

'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone

I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that
You might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me

'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone

I am not alone
Whoa, oh, oooh, oh

And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so

'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
It's you I breathe
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone

You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?

从前从前;

 

Look up, look forward; 'cause every of us deserves a second chance. (:

1:23AM
You wonder what you're doing at this particular hour;
Whilst most are in deep slumber, you ponder;
What life has in store for you, what's at that road yonder.

Jump, then fall.

Aisle seat, window view. Above the clouds.

At times we're flying so high, so comfortably, that when we fall, it hurts. Alot. ):

New Year, New Resolutions.

 "Should all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind; 

should all acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne."

Backdated post, amidst all celebrations and festivities, to jot down this particular moment and memory. For if memory serves right.. Hahhaha.

Someway or another, resolutions just like any other year, any other period of time, they have to be made. We'd made resolutions together like little kids pondering over what they wanted for their birthdays. In doubt, not knowing what they really wanted or should have. But hey, I ain't complaining. It was great fun. Thanks.

2011. We live on, live strong.
Here's to our resolutions being fulfilled.
Especially #2 for the brave soul. ;D

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Halfway through the song came 2011.
Goodbye, 2010, and some of your associations. It had been a blast of a time. It really has. Goodbye. (:
晴天 ; Jay Chou.

故事的小黄花
从出生那年就飘着
童年的荡秋千
随记忆一直晃到现在
ㄖㄨㄟ　ㄙㄡ　ㄙㄡ　ㄒ一　ㄉㄡ　ㄒ一
ㄌㄚ　ㄙㄡ　ㄌㄚ　ㄒ一　ㄒ一　ㄒ一　ㄒ一
ㄌㄚ　ㄒ一　ㄌㄚ　ㄙㄡ吹着前奏望着天空
我想起花瓣试着掉落
为你翘课的那一天
花落的那一天
教室的那一间
我怎么看不见
消失的下雨天
我好想再淋一遍
没想到失去的勇气我还留着
好想再问一遍
你会等待还是离开

刮风这天我试过握着你手
但偏偏雨渐渐大到我看你不见
还要多久我才能在你身边
等到放晴的那天也许我会比较好一点
从前从前有个人爱你很久
但偏偏风渐渐把距离吹得好远
好不容易又能再多爱一天
但故事的最后你好像还是说了拜拜