November 24, 2009

— needa cash $$

November 22, 2009

Will definitely post more pictures of graduation day. It was awesome but I sprained my ankle due to the highness of heels. Work training today. Somehow my blog is giving all the pictures bad quality image.

Will definitely post more pictures of graduation day. It was awesome but I sprained my ankle due to the highness of heels. Work training today. Somehow my blog is giving all the pictures bad quality image.

November 19, 2009

No graduation dress, footwear, accessories, clutch. I don’t feel like going, seriously. It’s this Saturday. At least I’m spending my 24 hours with him, that’s happiness. Yet, I miss my girlfriends too.

No graduation dress, footwear, accessories, clutch. I don’t feel like going, seriously. It’s this Saturday. At least I’m spending my 24 hours with him, that’s happiness. Yet, I miss my girlfriends too.

November 16, 2009

Splish Splash

“18-year-old feared to have drowned off East Coast Park” - Channel News Asia

One, I thought it was my husband because coincidentally he was there too and he is 18 years old.

Two, Al-Fateha to husband’s friend who passed away because he drowned at a swimming pool yesterday.

See how scary water can get. Thank god I’m phobic with sea.

November 12, 2009

Let me tell you one time.

Husband and I got accepted for the same job just different outlets. Or should I go for another interview tomorrow?

It’s one of those feelings. The ones where I get the good kind of goose bumps in hot scorching weather. I sit there thinking about you and I can’t help but smile whenever I see you. You take my breath away. I’d rather spend the rest of my life, sitting there with you than winning the lottery or becoming famous, because, when I’m with you, I have everything. Although, I’ve got a million and one reasons to leave, but only one that’s making me stay, yourself, AkkimKisukesan.

Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all.

P.S to those who wants to reblog my post, please credit it to me especially the post just for my husband. It’s hardwork for a long numerous word post. I don’t like what’s mine being “stolen”. It’s not nice. Please and Thank you (:

November 10, 2009

One last paper, just one last MCQ paper whereby I only need to shade the answers on the OAS paper. *smiles* I still have not decide whether to go TPRawks or REDcamp, neither have I open my letterbox to take any letters to see any info about the camp. Furthermore, I still have to shop for prom and going to job interviews or better still, applying them. XOXOs.

One last paper, just one last MCQ paper whereby I only need to shade the answers on the OAS paper. *smiles* I still have not decide whether to go TPRawks or REDcamp, neither have I open my letterbox to take any letters to see any info about the camp. Furthermore, I still have to shop for prom and going to job interviews or better still, applying them. XOXOs.

November 4, 2009
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Just only for you husband.

                   

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Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes things fall apart just so others can fall together. In the end, what’s meant to be will always find its way. And it reminded me that you are worth the fight.

Falling in love with you wasn’t the plan, but when you held me in your arms, something told me this is where I need to be. Maybe it’s the way you grab my hand and hold it, or maybe it’s the way you kiss me. Maybe it’s the way you put your arms around me, or maybe it’s the way your smile makes me melt. Maybe it’s when we can talk on the phone for hours about absolutely nothing and still, I feel like it’s the best conversation of my life.

They were in love. You could tell just by the way they looked at each other, like they had the most wonderful secret in the world between them. You look at me like I’m the only girl in the world and I couldn’t ask for anything better.

There’s nothing wrong with listening to your heart sometimes, even if you know it’ll lead to eventual pain, cause it’ll all be worth it. I’m taking a risk with you and I would rather get my heart broken in the end than wonder all my life, “What if?”

There’s something about the look in your eyes, something I noticed when the light was just right. It reminded me twice that I was alive, and it reminded me that you’re so worth the fight. You don’t get the choose, you just fall in love. You get this person who is all wrong and all right at the same time.

And you know you love them so much, except sometimes they just drive you completely insane and no one can explain it. And the reason it’s so confusing is because it’s love. If love didn’t have any challenges, what would be the point? You just don’t understand, do you? Every time I talk to you it gets worse.

The little butterflies, my stomach dropping, the spinning, the feel like everything is right in the world. These never stop. They keep coming back. You know, sometimes I sit and think about everything we’ve been through and everything we’ve done and I think that if I were to have done it with anyone else, it wouldn’t have meant as much.

 You make me so mad and I get so tired of you. But then you smile or say something dumb, or sometimes all it takes is for me to simply look at you, and all of a sudden I totally forget why you even upset me in the first place. And I start to love you all over again. It’s unexplainable, this feeling. All I know is that I only get it when I’m with you.

She’s never been one to wait around; always moving, always dancing. But for some reason with that boy, she’s oh so patient, she’ll wait. She’ll wait for no one and nothing, except him and only him. No camera could ever capture the look in her eyes and the feeling she gets in her heart when she looks at him. When you love someone, they are worth the huge fights. They’re worth the million tears and sometimes the breakups. They’re worth losing friends over. Because when you love someone, they’re worth everything.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m going to explode because you are so cute.

Fine, I confess; I think of you every second of every day, you’re my favorite subject to talk about, when I hug you I wish I could never let go. Most of all, my dreams have you in them. I always get excited when I see you and I’m completely, totally, helplessly in love with you. Since the day I met you, I knew we were destined to be more than just friends. Now that I am with you, my life has completely changed. I can never imagine myself loving another person. Being with you through the ups and downs has made me realize what it’s like to really care for someone. It’s true what they say about having to go out with all the wrong people until you find the one that will never hurt you and always be there, and baby, that’s what you’ve helped me figure out. You have helped me have confidence in myself and in my relationship. Because of you, I can honestly say “I love you” and not be afraid that one day you’re going to through those words away. Baby, I love you so much and nothing is ever going to change that.

She yells because she cares. She cries because she’s frustrated. She wants to fix the problem. She randomly smiles because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there. She hits you because she wants to touch you. She’s flirting. She stares at you because she’s infatuated. She lectures you because she’s the boss, not the mom. She kisses you because she just wants to. She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be annoying. She calls just to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits close to you just to lean on your shoulder. She stands in front of you because she wants a hug. Just face it, boy, she’s in love with you.

October 30, 2009

Happy 9th Monthsary baby!
The reason we look like a mad couple is because we are madly in love with each other. The moment we’d be apart, the world falls apart too. (:

Happy 9th Monthsary baby!

The reason we look like a mad couple is because we are madly in love with each other. The moment we’d be apart, the world falls apart too. (:

October 29, 2009

“Why do you smoke cigarettes?” she asks.  As I hear this, I let out a small cloud before sighing in thought.  And then I respond.“Are you asking that because it’s a dirty, filthy, disgusting, health deteriorating habit that leads to a slow and painful death?  Or are you asking that because you worry about how long I will live so that you will then be able to encourage adherence to a painfully health-conscious culture that continually tries to cheat death with the likes of fat free butter, low carb bread, or any other kinds of those oxymoronic gifts modern science has given us?”She is shocked by my initial tirade.  She probably was expecting an I like it or an I dunno so that she can tell me what non-smokers think smokers do not already know: “Cigarettes will kill you.”I continue.“An advantage of smoking ostentatiously is that it encourages onlookers to pass judgment on the content of my character without having to talk to me.  They can assume that I am oblivious to the negative effects of smoking and thus lacking prudence; prudence that they obviously have.  In a way, I help to simplify their day and bolster their self-esteem.  And then I don’t have to talk to them. Everyone wins.“But as for my own personal reasons, I can name any number of carpe diem ethics that would encourage indulging myself while I am still in relatively sound health compared to decrepit old age. The pleasant tactile sensation and comfort in the routine, and comparatively less agitated state I am in after processing nicotine definitely encourages the addiction. When I do come of old age, however, cigarettes will have embarked on their warpath of a slow and excruciating death, but there is no lack of information that makes it so that I am not constantly reminded of this. The fact that I continue might suggest a sort of reckless masochism or personal perception of a low self-worth, but I think that’s accessory to the point-““So what is the point?” she interrupts.  I think for a second.  The answer is as much a revelation to her as it is to me.“I don’t fear pain or death.”Nor do I think one should have to.  
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“Why do you smoke cigarettes?” she asks.  As I hear this, I let out a small cloud before sighing in thought.  And then I respond.

“Are you asking that because it’s a dirty, filthy, disgusting, health deteriorating habit that leads to a slow and painful death?  Or are you asking that because you worry about how long I will live so that you will then be able to encourage adherence to a painfully health-conscious culture that continually tries to cheat death with the likes of fat free butter, low carb bread, or any other kinds of those oxymoronic gifts modern science has given us?”

She is shocked by my initial tirade.  She probably was expecting an I like it or an I dunno so that she can tell me what non-smokers think smokers do not already know: “Cigarettes will kill you.”

I continue.

“An advantage of smoking ostentatiously is that it encourages onlookers to pass judgment on the content of my character without having to talk to me.  They can assume that I am oblivious to the negative effects of smoking and thus lacking prudence; prudence that they obviously have.  In a way, I help to simplify their day and bolster their self-esteem.  And then I don’t have to talk to them. Everyone wins.

“But as for my own personal reasons, I can name any number of carpe diem ethics that would encourage indulging myself while I am still in relatively sound health compared to decrepit old age. The pleasant tactile sensation and comfort in the routine, and comparatively less agitated state I am in after processing nicotine definitely encourages the addiction. When I do come of old age, however, cigarettes will have embarked on their warpath of a slow and excruciating death, but there is no lack of information that makes it so that I am not constantly reminded of this. The fact that I continue might suggest a sort of reckless masochism or personal perception of a low self-worth, but I think that’s accessory to the point-“

“So what is the point?” she interrupts.  I think for a second.  The answer is as much a revelation to her as it is to me.

“I don’t fear pain or death.”

Nor do I think one should have to.  

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October 29, 2009

Standing alone does not mean being alone or weak. It proves you’re better than having to need another one million and one of your followers to make you feel formidable. I am not a malign.

Standing alone does not mean being alone or weak. It proves you’re better than having to need another one million and one of your followers to make you feel formidable. I am not a malign.