Flipping through Friendster
Floating by, silently, reading blogs
MSN nicknames, messages, display pictures
Comparisons of photographs of the past and present
Where we were then, where we are now
Laughter over coffee
Smiles that opened up identities
Letters and cards stashed in a secret box
Memories remain deep in the heart(happy ones of course =) )
Unconscious care and compassion in every action, every word
Unsaid emotions in hugs

As naive as this may sound...
I fell in love with my life all over again.

P.S: Yeah, I know. Kind of corny(is that even the right word to use? O___o). And then there are the bad and crappy things in life too but for now I'm feeling positive. Its as good as it lasts I suppose.

To greatest friends

To the best parents

for your unjudging ways

for your forgiveness

I knew you were always there

Regardless of time and space

A deed I could never repay

All I can say...

I love you

What The...

Crap...
I got my hopes up high...
I feel so cheated. T___T
My bad.
Another filler arc...but at least its better than the previous ones. ~___~

Oh, this is a LOVELY song..=)
I *heart*

You spotted the ocean
At the head of the trail
Where are we going?
So far away
Somebody told me
That this is the place
Where everything's better
And everythings safe

(chorus)
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

Half an hour later
We packed up our things
Said we'd send letters
And all those little things
They knew we were lying
They smiled just the same
Seemed they'd already forgotten we came

Chorus X2

Back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
People don't know you
And trust is a joke
Don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

Anime Rant...

OMG!
FINALLY!
NO MORE DAMN FREAKING FILLERS!!!!

Yes, as you can see I can't contain my excitement and I have to blog straight away. ^__^""

KAKASHI GAIDEN!!!
I *heart*...;p

Ramblings...

Who are we to judge that the sane as insane?
How do you see the insane as being sane?

I have no idea what I was talking about back there. Oh well.

So time has pass. As expected from the beginning, it was fast.

When six months was not enough to tempt,
A year, one is ready to go home in content.
Concluded that once a year visit is good enough.

Parents are the greatest.
Seeing how I amuse them and vice versa, I go along with their attics too.
But from afar, not physically with them, they amuse me more.
When I hardly call, there is a conscience that says I should especially after a month of silence.
When all else fails, an unexpecting call will come to my phone with a loud "grrr" on the other end.
Close relatives that casually talks and jokes with me over a forced beer drinking session.
And then they would ask all the same questions in aspects of my life - love, education and appearance.
Those are also the times I wish the beer was vodka or any other liquor I can get my hands on. (partly because I can only drink smooth expensive imported beer that does not rough against my throat)
Nevertheless, I love all of you, my family.

Max, the most lovable boy.
I want that carpet boy in my room as always.
Sleeping and waking up next to me.
With his big oogly eyes, he gets away with everything.
I wonder if he has put on weight. Tsk tsk tsk.

Friends, old and new.
My ears listen to their stories.
How sometimes it's upsetting when words don't help.
I will be there for you nonetheless.
Sorry that we don't keep in touch often but we can pick up where we left off regardless, surely,
No matter time or place.
That is as much faith as I have.
If not, come what may, I'm glad I met you.

A past is a past. Leave it there.
If you want to stay there, don't pull her in too. It's just unfair.
She can forget unwanted pasts.
But only because she wants to move forward and will only take along with her happy memories in her baggage.
If you want to dirty her clothes with a past she cannot change, so be it.
Because then, you don't know her,
And what pasts can do to change a future you will never see.

The world is all so wide and colourful.
Life is a road I won't stop travelling.
Because...
I want to see how your world is like.
Tell me your story.

Journey...

We cross paths with the unexpected.
The people we meet, ambiguous at first.
Judgements aside preferred.
Time passes, you learn to love, to listen and to care.
Rants of ups and downs, spontaneous reactions, eyes of understanding.
You land on a new place hoping for the best and you leave a place with imprints of your own.
Memories link us altogether,
And one day...the story will continue.

In Rememberance...

of September 11...(9/11)

God bless the courages souls that died on that day

As well as giving strength to families that have lost love ones.

The survivors, stand strong and tall...

And those that had been watching...

Live everyday to the fullest.

Give a hug, a kiss, a whisper...

saying

I love you.

And so it continues...

Everyday I drop by the uni union bookshop to pick up my daily newspaper.
This week was different.
Sometimes I just don't want to see what is on the front page.
Because I know...it'll be about him and the stories of his life...his passion.

I used to watch Crocodile Hunter on Discovery Channel.
I was in primary school then.
My love for animals were as big as his. He was an inspiration.
My ambition even included animal preferences - a vet, marine biologist or something related to the World Wildlife Fund (WWF). (unfortunately I wasn't good in science, but opt to be involved in some other way)
The only thing I failed at was not going 'out there' sooner. I have always said to myself that I will do so after my studies. But somehow it feels as if it was too late.

Everyday now the media shows those visions of him over and over again. The quotes. The thoughts of those that were close to him. All the same. Repeating.
And now I feel as sad as ever.
When I heard the news...it hasn't hit me. Not yet today. Not fully.

Somehow similar to once upon a time.
Almost the same feelings.

It is starting to settled in. He really isn't here anymore.
Statements and views are contradictory but I still feel it was a great lost...
Not knowing how the family is coping it even more worrying and unsettling.
I pray for them to have the strength to move forward at this difficult moment- Terri, Bindi and Bob.


Crikey...I'm missing you so much, Steve.

Steve Irwin

If only it wasn't true...

Rest In Peace

Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter.

You have been an inspirational environmentalist icon to all of us and to the little ones.

We will remember your enthusiastic passion towards nature and mother earth.