deepdeep.

misadventure.

My drainage gave way in the afternoon. It decided to spew all over my floor mat, twice. What a mess. I mean seriously, give me a break. I had uncapped a bottle of draino & gargled it's mouth. Unfortunately, it didn't work..much to my frustration.

The sibling & I decided to play "witches clogged?" from 9-11. farrrrrk. He stood over one drainpipes while I overlooked another. Could we get anymore boring? Imagine yourself hulling over drainpipes. Your sibling bending over one, you over another & we fumigate together. wtf. The fact that each bottle is a tad pricey doesn't help either.

Wish I could kick it away. Stupid cat.

Draino; drain food (Pronoun) - A domestic cleaner used to unclog drainpipes, sinks etc.

Why oh why do we have pipes?

xx

mechaphile; noun-

individual with a fetish for machines (mostly cars), who desires or engages in some form of sexual gratification with the piece of equipment.

Seriously, can you imagine a man having sex with his car?
How strange. Imagine x1 penis grinding x1 car exhaust.

Heck, in no way am I discriminating their sexual desires (I mean a man's needs are a man's needs) For one, they are not hurting others. They make a decent living & they take good care of cars. But some parts of you has to admit, its weird..

And unfortunately, cars are unable to provide sexual consent. Poor herbie.

xx

By far one of the best reads.




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Have you seen this man?

deflated balloon & alone in love.

Remember I mentioned I was watching a bundle of soaps..well, this is a great tear jerker.
However, this would my last leg for the year. Why?
1. El holiday days are coming to an end.
2. My result will be smsed shortly.
3. I should be busy after tomorrow.
4. I gotta hit the gym.

Some jumble:-

I'm still having trouble finding lines. Lines where things are certain, can be certain, i can make certain and those which are uncertain. How do we differenciate certainty from uncertainty. My bias mind always leads me back to the same ol same ol. Old habits die hard ey?

In retrospect, my maturity level is no where near where I'd like/thought it would/could be. Needless to say, there is still much to learn, honey. Somedays are good, some, not too...others are just downright terrible.

The sibling calls this, "The walk of life".

What I can be sure of is that I am a very intuitive person. I love feelings, I love fuzzy.
There are times when people feel particularly lonely ey? Hell, I'm lonely but not your ordinary lonely. It's the loneliness within, like a cold piece of pizza left out on the table. (excuse the analogy) You know, the kind when you walk out the door having to plaster a shiny smile on your face; or wake up on the wrong side of your bed hoping to make the best out of your day; even when the pessimistic side knows for certain things will not go well today, tomorrow and the days after.

The other thing I'm sure of is that I am a control freak aka perfectionist. If something falls out of place or not heading in the right direction, I become x1 OCD/ADD victim and I try at very best to control every every thing around me eg. vacuum in abundance, cook in excess, clean like superwoman which makes me seem to be the best housewife...Speaking of which, I could get job as a domestic cleaner. Just give the woman a cookie, a couple of head spinning problems and she's off to win the race. Woot~

In reality though, while the outside is all pretty and clean, the inside is crumbling slowly. It's just not healthy. And it bugs me -everywakingsecond, no, every waking nano-second it bugs me. I'm empty, but why am I empty? Perhaps my feelings are playing where's waldo with me. One day I want to wake up feeling happy, happy to be 100% me, no more, no less, just me.
Then I may just feel like a mchappy (;

Happy stems from within, so what's missing?
x1 inflated balloon
x1 infallable thoughts
x1 ability to control currency (Yes, you heard me right. How to get rich ha?)
x1 to be free

To be free is certainly to be happy.

And to make my words resonate, I shall head to the gym tomorrow.
Off to watch my last leg.
xx

simon says.

Oh hello.
Tardy, just tardy. Like my hair?

I've almost completed "forensic heroes II" which
1. is effin great (from where im standing)
2. is how i spent my holiday: lazing
3. improved my canto tremendously (ask the bitchtress who will vouch for me)

I have been great, catching up on my soaps. It may be so. I am turning into an ahma...unfortunately. That was* until the sibling told me i had halved our monthly usage and "it's not even the end of the month". So now i suckballs waiting, waiting till the end of the month. Cradle snatcher
xx

Peh.

Anyway, here are some phutures to get my blog rolling again.

As you do/don't know, my randomness sometimes takes over my camera lens.

For one,
-I hate people/cars/animals ruining those picture perfect moments (unless it's birds)
Hence the lack of these in most of my pictures, unless its for a worthy drink up tuttut xx
-I currently have a new quirky taste for alleyways & differential colour spectrums
Although my love still remains for em trees & clouds schweet
-"Capturing light" seems to be my latest project


Ombre uno.


Grey.


Objects of desire.


Capturing light.


The long house.


You're still my poignant tree of life.


Look left, Look right.


Chugga chug.

I love stills. xoxo

Norwegian wood.

Definately recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading.
Well, i'm heading off to watch "Alone in love". -finally manage to download an avi player.
ps. I sprained my foot/hurt my tendon so I'm pretty much disabled momentarily.
Here are some excerpts from the book. -the golden rule: 10% leeway.

xoxo

Excerpt: 1

"Waiting for perfect love?"

"No, i know even better than that. I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like say i tell you i want to eat strawberry shirtbread. And you stop everything you're doing & run out & buy it for me. And you come back out of breath & get down on your knees & hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. And i say i don't want it anymore & throw it out of the window. That's what im looking for. And when i do it, i want the man to apologize to me."

"What a fool i have been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortbread. I have all the intelligence & sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, i'll go out & buy you something else. What would you like?"

"So then what?"

"So then i'd give him all the love he deserves for what he's done."

Excerpt: 2

"What's wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?"
"Kind of like a hobby?" she said, amused.
"Yeah i guess you could call it a hobby. Most normal people would call it friendship or love or something, but if you want to call it a hobby, that's ok, too."

Excerpt: 3

"It's better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class matchstick."

Excerpt: 4

"Come on, say something to me," Midori said, her face buried in my chest.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything. Something to make me feel good."
"You're really cute," i said.
"Midori," she said. "Say my name."
"You're really cute, Midori," I corrected myself.
"What do you mean really cute?"
"So cute the mountains crumble & the oceans dry up."
"You have this special way with words."
"I can feel my heart softening when you say that," I said, smiling.
"Say something even nicer."
"I really like you, Midori. A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Like a spring bear," i said.
"A spring bear?" midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A spring bear."
"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, & this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur & shiny little eyes comes along. And he says to you, Hi there, little lady. Want to tumble with me? So you & the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?"

Excerpt: 5

"But then i began to think how i would have felt if the tables had been turned & midori had moved somewhere without telling me where or getting in touch with me for 3 weeks. I would have been hurt - hurt badly, no doubt. No, we weren't lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it unconsciously."

Excerpt: 6

"Hey, there, kizuki, I thought. Unlike you, I've chosen to live - and live the best I know how."

Excerpt: 7

"Let me tell you this, Watanabe," said Midori, pressing her cheek against my neck.
"I'm a real, live girl, with real, live blood, gushing through my veins. You're holding me in your arms & I'm telling you that I love you. I'm ready to do anything you tell me to do. I may be a bit mad, but I'm a good girl, and honest, and I work hard, I'm kind of cute, I have nice boobs, I'm a good cook, and my father left me a trust fund. I mean, I'm a real bargain, dont you think? if you dont take me, I'll end up going somewhere else."

Excerpt: 8

"It's not my money," he said, "it's my feelings."

white room.

Teach me how to love less painfully.
Teach me how to breathe a little easy.
Teach me how to feel differently.

I’ve managed to erase everything but my memory of you.
Those pictures, I can’t delete.
Those memories I can’t escape.

I miss you.
I love you.
2008

xx