That's the Closest I Could Get

Found these at Toy's R Us (is that the way they spell it?).

Skys

Thanks to Jane

Well, she asked me to update my blog wor... Nothing much going on in my life. Err, there is actually but I have chosen not to spill it out here. Nothing to be proud of anyway. I have taken a couple of really weird pictures.I will reveal them soon. It's for goodness sake 12.45 am (I know you must be thinking, "get a brand new life". Sleep so early) Well, I am freaking tired, okay? So, good night... as in good morning. Those bloody A-Levels peeps!

We all will miss you, Happy.

Err, I guess we will. Someday... when we realised that nobody is going to water the plants in the car porch and nobody will ever going to run out of the house anymore and nobody is going to sneak into the house and nobody is going to irritate our feet anymore. That day will come or so I think it will.

HAPPY

2003 - 2009

The Sky's The Limit

If you have read Cathy's blog, you should already have known that we went to KLCC for a view from the 41st floor of our twin 'jagung'.

But that wasn't the most important thing of all; we went to catch Public Enemies! But still, that wasn't the juiciest thing I want to spill; I caught a glimpse of CHRISTIAN BALE in Public Enemies!!

My favourite scene? - Melvin Purvis carried Billie Frechette to the bathroom. And also, when the theatre screen asked its audience to look right and left to spot if John Dillinger was sitting right beside them. It was hilarious. There were really catchy and witty one-liners, which I loved a lot and some really distorted visuals especially the first 15 minutes or so of the film, which I obviously disliked. Well, it will definitely be a good film if Christian Bale signed onto it and I couldn't agree more with his choices of project so far.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel... Where is it?

Here I am, writing in the middle of the wolves' howling and the moon sinking into the misty clouds, precipitating tears as if there's no tomorrow. And this has been the routine I have gone through for almost every sleepless night. I don't know why but in the midst of being jolly for one matter, there is always that one matter which would never fade into the happiness. Instead, it would come back and haunt me as if to remind me that my life would never end without regrets. I have let my loved ones down. It's ironic because I have always thought that they love me more that I do towards them. But after 19 years, little did I know that I actually love them more what I thought I would have. I do not know if this is a thing to be celebrated of or just a thing I should feel ashamed of. It is also weird of how I actually came to know that fact. It was when I realised that my heart was shattered into pieces, irretrievable, when their hearts were frustrated. It was when I had my tears rolled down my cheeks when their cheeks were red, filled with embarrassment. It was when my head was aching when their foreheads manifested fine but umpteenth lines. I am devastated, not due to what I've done, but because of what they expressed when they discovered the blunt and sharp dose of reality. Is it really that difficult to vent all my heartaches to the world? I know what I want. But, amidst of treading down the road I have taken, I hurt the pedestrians. Is it now all worth it? Is there a U-turn along that road which I can possibly manouevre myself to take? If there really is one, would I want to take it? Without any hesitation and a heavy heart? Do I even want to see the way back? What I do know is that I want these miseries to be evacuated from my memory while knowing that this is impossible... at least for now. Let's just hope time will soothe aches and sanitise anguishes.

Weaker

This is year has been a very miserable year for me. I could no longer be able to stay up in the afternoon to study. Now, I'd have naps in the afternoon while my stamina would not permit me to stay awake long enough to compensate the wasted hours at night. I'm baffled. Or perhaps, it's just one of those effects of holidays. My Physics teacher loved to call it as the 'holiday inertia'.