…the music beckoning us, and then you whispered,

“Here we are, we’ve come so far.”

Skype phone conversation.

Dewi: Poh san, I’m in Changi Airport right now.

Mary: Ya right.

Dewi: Seriously.

Mary: Really? You joking I swear to God, I will.. What’s the weather in Singapore now?

Dewi: Sunny! ( shit, starts to google ’singapore weather’)

Mary: HAHAHAH, WRONG!

Dewi: eh eh wrong, it’s drizzling right? and it’s 5.06pm?

Mary: OH MYY GOD! WHERE YOU NOW?

Dewi: Changi Airport!!

Mary: OH MY GODD, (this is the part where she starts screaming and announcing to the whole world that I came back.)

Dewi: HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Mary: Dewi you better not be joking, why you came back?

Dewi: Zouk Out! DUH.

Mary: (Starts to discuss my itinerary in Singapore etc. while me and brother starts laughing on the foreground)

Dewi: *furthers discuss too*

Mary: OH MY GOD CAN’T WAIT.

Dewi: Ok la, joking la. I’m just bored.

Mary: OMG, YOU DIE. I CRYING ALREADY *HANGS UP*

I love you seriously, your gullibility.

My brother ‘exploded’ our new microwave we bought 2 weeks ago.

Yes, he ‘exploded’ it before.

The first time he did was when he was too lazy to cook the instant noodles in a pot; So he joyfully decided to boil and cook the instant noodle IN the microwave. Which he claimed that I did it before and nothing happened. When I do that, I WAIT for the water to get heated FIRST before I put in the noodles. The microwave then exploded, giving out this suspicious/poisonous-smelling/horrid gas, adulterating the air of the WHOLE HOUSE. I wish in fear that the gas won’t creep into my room when I’m sleeping and pollute my lungs.

The second time he did it was when he decided to be LAZY again and put two uncooked eggs in a bowl of water and place in the microwave for two minutes. It exploded, DUH.There was so much pressure in the microwave that the microwave door swung open,the egg shells shattered and sprinkled itself on the cabinets of our kitchen.Bits of half-cooked egg whites and diced shells. Imagine that.

(I wish I could illustrate it. But,I am too busy.)

His side of the argument?

“The microwave lousy, cannot cook eggs.”

I genuinely don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The purposes for a microwave is for you to REHEAT and DEFROST.

NOT COOK IN IT.

”Cie, i got it all UNDERR CONTRRROL.”

Calvin Teja is probably one of the reasons why I love Sundays again.

bisous

I dreamt of a kingdom where animals haven’t existed. It was a sky that burns in purple, stars are like peepholes of heavens, grasses bristled with glittered ends, me, and you. A place where your golden presence perpetually pushed my sorrows away. Your presence is golden. Like the christmas morning. Like random comets and meteors. Your absence was close to emptiness, like nothingness, like barren Mary. We can tie everything up, happiness and hope into something golden. Take some time and think about the vortex– the infinite possibilities. It could be a paradise. Small things, big things. Golden things, picture yourself holding it in your hands. I wish I was the glove of your hands so I could touch your cheek, Romeo said. I wish I have Milton’s art of the language.

To sway you, convince you, love you.

You.

Please?

Which colour do you think is the best? Blue? Maroon or grey? I seriously find these 5 inch ysl tribute pumps babies hard to resist! It’s christmas, and these are the reasons to celebrate and to be excited about. Gonna dig my savings for these babies.

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Being fat in Japan is now illegal. LOL, FAT POLICE WILL COME AND GET YOU!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I have so many things to do. I should study like there’s a final every tomorrow.