Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Couples Retreat

is about the fine food, the bright blue water and the pristine sands.

It's not a bad movie by any means. Hilarious at times, never really strives to be a great one either. It seems perfectly pleasure at being just nice. I went in not expecting much and came out not feeling disappointed.

One best thing is that this movie will have you wanting to visit Bora Bora. Why?


The colours are simply breathtaking! The most wonderful piece of nature it is.

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Swing

The memories you want to forget are the hardest ones to lose.

Yes, it's true. I can't agree more.

Just when I thought I have forgotten the pain of losing him, that excruciating heartache hit me after the conversation with mum. I was fighting back tears as I spoke. Only those who have suffered such a loss can truly know the ache and pain it produces.

I know why I'm sunk into deep melancholy; 23rd marks his 2nd death anniversary, three weeks from now.

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

A fresh beginning

Today is the best Tuesday in a very long long time. I don't know why but it happens to be one of those day where I wouldn't get upset even if you call me fat ass. Uh don't be so mean to me. I know I'm fat, obese, over sized, huge, the likes. Gahh, whatever.

I'm going to post some pictures, which I haven't done in forever. What to do? I'm not Giselle Bundchen who can effortlessly moves into position, and cleverly angles her body for pictures. Sorry, I have to just wave my white flag when it comes to taking nais pictures.

Pictures have to be shown before it starts collecting dust because apparently I haven't written much these days, I think I'll forget when I take those pictures if one day out of nowhere I want to write a pictorial post. So, it'd be good to write now before I blame my occasional forgetfulness.

Get ready, I'm going to bombard you with pictures. Okay, I'm lying, only a handful. Decent ones, in my opinion

Studies have shown most waiters/waitresses aren't good photographers but mirrors are, wtf.



A piece of evidence that I can never pose like a model, ever.


Think before you ask me why do you not want to be a model next time.


Mirror is such a wonderful creation on this planet.



Mirror #569526


I can't be bothered to post the rest. Those are as ugly as sin.


This is in comparison looked so much nicer, the love of my life. We share the same surname but I don't look like her at all. FML!

Saturday, 28 November 2009

Dear diary

It's been a while since I last talked to you. I think I took you for granted when I was a lot younger, or rather, I didn't understand your real purpose until I'm pretty old.

I left you, five years ago. It's because I figure that data and statistics don't necessarily equal to emotional intimacy and personal bonding. And it's true that you can't respond to what I've told you. It'd be strange but great for me if you do and I feel that your role is a good listener, you hold the heart and soul of written thoughts and feelings. The best thing about you is that you don't need coherence and structure to understand and empathize.

The saddest part of realizing what you mean to me now is that you can understand my language in ways no one else can ever do.

I think I've lost the ability to write, to socialize, to observe, to listen, to speak.

How much inner strength I've left?

Sunday, 22 November 2009

No good reason

The blues has chosen to strike at a most inappropriate time.

The droop at the corner of my eyes and the gloom lingering over my shoulders.

Don't nag at me, just tell me I'll be fine.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Emo

It only takes one day of being alone to realize that god, I get upset about everything these days for no reason. I really hate this part of myself.

So I'm sitting by the window with this thing, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark. For me, moment like this could somehow calm me down and ignore the world just a short while.

Why am I doing this in the middle of the night? I should have been in bed, under a blanket or near my desk, a book with dog-eared pages at my side.

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Ooh my god

I really want to explode.

Arghhhhhraaaaaaaaaaaaaawrrrrrrrr

It doesn't really deliver the effect I'd like but that's the best I can give on black and white.

 
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