burning eyes.

mustard seed faith.

stretched to the brink of tears.

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hush little baby dont say a word

its certainly late in the evening, nearly the wee hours of the morning. and while i haven’t really been alive at 11pm, much less 2 am, this staying up couldnt have come at a worse time because i have a full day tomorrow.

but sleep eludes me, and bronco the little grub keeps me company. the prefect is off in OBS and the pea is giving last-min tuition to his sister. the tinkerbel shares my bed tonight but she’s in the office on a phonecall to the werewolf.

so sweet, he is. i know i should really be getting him a girlfriend, but secretly i don’t want to share him.

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rain at her feet

there are these good days and these bad days, and some days which are a mish-mash of both that makes one want to laugh and cry at the same time. there are those days you wear those rose-tinted glasses and notice the wonderful dances of the leaves in the passing trees, and there are those days that you spend, just wishing for a good long bath so you can cry and then pop a sleeping pill (hopefully in that order so you don’t pass out in the shower) so the day would go by faster.

i asked myself today, do i wish i was doing something different? do i wish i did a different uni degree? do i wish i lived my life a little less differently?

then i asked myself is there a point to look back and live with all these what-ifs? most people close would know i actually do live (already) with very little what-ifs because my impulsive, compulsive nature just makes me go-do-it-now! so i don’t have much regrets.

(but how many can actually get to spend the day with their best friend, in car rides all around the country, battling stupid drivers and countless u-turns. laughing at armpits and smelling boys all day?)

that aside, this day has been one of those un-eventful yet crazy days that make my eyes sour with a sting of thankfulness its over and a bite of tiredness that wants to rest.

was just sharing with a friend today, a friend i haven’t quite had the time for, chronicling my life the past few weeks, on the latest developments and the unexpected twists of fate. i’m tired, and snappish. and not to mention PMSy.

which only means i’m about to start the waterworks.

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the dark cloud hovering above my head

i am in an insanely bad mood, probably stemming from this protracted amount of no-down time, considering for the past 2 week it has been wake up, work, go to work, come home, dinner, after dinner work, to bed. press repeat.

and i am getting tired of it.

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fully booked

:( so we’re not going to langkawi afterall.

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we love the tingster!

so the bunch of us went to see the tingster off today, we will certainly miss him muchly, that scruffyface.

:) we’re want-ting you back soon babe!

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the glitch in the plan

casa del mar is fully booked, so we are tres sad.

but in any case, we picked another hotel: berjaya langkawi beach & spa resort. and we’d know by tomorrow whether or not we’re really going. *fingers crossed!*

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langkawi up and coming

the pea and i decided to take a weekend + a day away to the pretty white beaches of langkawi and will be flying away this weekend.

we’re staying at the lover-ly casa del mar, and i am tres excited.

i know its abit of a splurge but zowwie, its sure beautiful!

we leave on fri.

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the hufflepuffle

the hufflepuffle leaves today, and i will miss her so.

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the little affair @ picotin

the dinosaurs wed today, in such a simple and heart-felt ceremony.

intimate and dainty, the whole night was stress-free (esp for the couple–i hear the bride got up at 2 pm) and easy. food was delish and the music well put together–no blaring liveband, no microphone problems (no microphone!), no hiccups, just a very romantic night with friends & family.

Photo credits to Joan Leong

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
By Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove 
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 
Woods or steepy mountain yields. 

And we will sit upon the rocks, 
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, 
By shallow rivers to whose falls 
Melodious birds sing madrigals. 

And I will make thee beds of roses 
And a thousand fragrant posies, 
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; 

A gown made of the finest wool 
Which from our pretty lambs we pull; 
Fair lined slippers for the cold, 
With buckles of th purest gold; 

A belt of straw and ivy buds, 
With coral clasps and amber studs: 
And if these pleasures may thee move, 
Come live with me and be my love. 

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing 
For thy delight each May morning: 
If these delights thy mind may move, 
Then live with me and be my love.

i’m truly happy for them, for the loving tenderness they show to each other, and the rootedness they have found in each other.

congratulations, chair.

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