you pulled me through.

my heart almost burst with relief and joy.

thank you.

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24, when the good things roll in!

so we, the girls, celebrated WL’s birthday tonight (tuesday), though her birthday is officially the 8th July. we all gathered at the small round tables at the place we always meet and hang out, maccas at pw. despite the dowdy venue (i suppose it won’t be on anyone’s list to hold their birthday celebration unless you’re a 3 year old, but then again, when company’s great, what else matters, right?), it was lovely to have everyone (almost; AG couldn’t make it) present. we had our share of burgers and fries and washed them down with coke + iced lemon tea over flowing conversation, and then sang very loudly when a heart-shaped chocolate cake came out. no one remembered to bring a camera, and we had to constantly shield the cake with the box from the fan blowing out the candles, but it was all about why we were there. 

it was a simple no-frills affair, which exactly reflects WL to a T. she’s an easy-going person with a great laugh, and i love her for who she is. her determination and tenacity when at work inspires me, and despite her goodnatured laughs that lights up her face appears so very often, she balances nicely with a wonderful sense of practicality and maturity. she is one person of great character, i think, and has admirable qualities. 

happy birthday, babe. it is an honour to be part of your life.

p.d.

the family spent a weekend at port dickson, and it was an amazing time just simply being with each other. road trip!

getting ready for the long drive.

stopping off at jb for some yummy nasi padang (:

back on the road. this is the view from the last row in our 7-seater car. it’s like a fun minibus, always bustling with activity.

yay we’re here! grabbing our bags to head to our room. look at the big stuffed toys claire brought along – she’s so cute struggling to carry them all!

walking to our villa.

pretty bed.

the best part about our villa, is that we can fish straight from our balcony! dad is trying to hook the bait, while claire watches on. 

the only problem is, there is no fish! all of us scouring the waters at low tide in search for a tiny tail.

giving up, some of us decided to do some yoga.

we spent the rest of the day swimming, chatting, eating and playing monopoly. 

i loved it. it was exactly what we all needed. 

home is indeed sweet.

3 days later

and i’ve perspired enough to fill a gallon.the weather is real hot here, or maybe it’s just me – at the meetup with my girls, two of them wore cardigans (we were sitting OUTDOORS!) and when i looked at them like they were crazy for wearing warm clothing in this weather, one of them said: oh i felt that today’s cold!

faint.

so after a spending a whole day with claire doing art+craft projects and playing board games, cutting my hair and dyeing my hair dark dark black, indulging in my favourite sport (doing laps in a pool), playing dominoes with grandparents and having dilemnas during mealtimes over the smorgasboard of choices, it’s day 3 at home and i’m still loving it (despite that fact that my tshirt is closed to being soaked through and i’m ready to jump into a cold cold shower).

the family is heading for a short 1night holiday tomorrow and it’s gonna be really fun (:

and congrats to CL who officially finished with exams today.

sweet.

in 5 days -

i’ll be home.

it’s been years (alot alot alot) since i was home in june/july. this time, i’m going back because:

1. i wanted to make it for mom + claire’s birthday, but as it turns out, i couldn’t get a flight out before then. oh well.

2. i want to spend more time with my grandparents, because…i don’t wish to think of the inevitable. 

3. i want to re-evaluate things in my life and i reckon it’ll be nice to do so in the comfort of the place i grew up in.

although now with the swine flu virus and melbourne being a high-risk place for such, perhaps i’ll be quarantined for half of my trip. which will suck, but let’s hope for the best.

on another note, i’m bored. i didn’t plan ahead, so have got no books to read, nor movies to watch. somehow now that i’m done with exams, there’s nothing that interests me online.

birthday tatt?

it was CL’s birthday yesterday, so was a gift, i thought that i’d stick on a fake tattoo on him. well, it wasn’t something that i had planned. you see, RFG had a pack of special bubble gum that came in fun wrappers, and on the wrapper, there was a blue zebra holding a basketball. i ate the gum, and i wanted to try out the tattoo on someone. who else to try it on than the birthday boy itself, right?

so i secretly put it on CL’s back, and tried to stick it out. he said, it won’t work like that. you gotta put water on it. little did he know that i used spit (instead of water hahaha! disguting right!) and i tried to quickly rub it on his back. but he moved away, and all that came off was smigdets of blue.

so there. his birthday gift. a blue spot on his back.

counting, second.

happy birthday sweets.

still excited each and everyday -

here’s to many more.

 

love.

on death/life

i found something i wrote in April two years ago. i remember that a friend’s passing triggered these thoughts -

it’s when all words fail you, then you realise the silence enveloping you is deafening. 

this is not how i’d like for it to be. but i don’t think i get a say in it. 

there’re so many things in and about life to speak of, good and bad, but does it really matter at the end of the day? people go about doing their thing daily, picking at nitty-gritty crap and allowing for gloom to set in their hearts. it is only death, when one remmebers – to be thankful for every breath taken. 

to not take things for granted, to appreciate with a grateful heart for life and all that’s within – do you? 

because i must admit, for many of the times, i forget. 

to smile – when i see the clouds and skies, hear of the chirpy birds, smell of the flowers and the feel of a baby’s skin. because these little things, little post-its in everyday life, that remind me. 

i’m alive. 

so thank You; for life in itself is a gift greater than none other.

 

it’s coming to three years since you departed, and twelve years since i last saw you. but you are remembered, HJ.