testing testing

It's past midnight...
I'm lying in bed...
But I'm not asleep.

Heh.

meet doraemon

Deuter has been my trusted traveling companion most times, for as long as I can remember. I have grown to refer to him affectionately as Doraemon, a nickname my friends gave him… cos despite being the smallest, he never fails to surprise them.

It all began during a trip to KL with the sorority sisters. The minute we met up, we started to size up each other’s companions. As usual, Deuter was the smallest… and that sure warranted some in-depth comparison…

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(The beginning… loosely based on my memory)

Y.W: I brought 5 sets of clothes!
S.H: yea, same.
I.R: Me too!
Deuter: So did I
I.R: How could that be? You are significantly smaller
Deuter: *shrugs. Maybe cos you brought different headgears?
I.R: I only brought 1 which I’m wearing now. I intend to buy one. Still it wouldn’t have made such a major difference.
Y.W: Toiletries…
Deuter: Uhuh
I.R: Sweater
Deuter: Check
Y.W: Oh! I brought an umbrella in case it rains.
Deuter: Me too.
I.R, Y.W, S.H: ?!!! There’s got to be something lacking!
Deuter: *shrugs

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(During the journey.)

I.R: I’m hungry
Deuter: Do you want some bread? I have some if you want.
I.R: ok

I.R (finished eating and looked around restlessly)
Deuter: Are you still hungry? I have pizza if you want.
I.R: Where the hell do you keep all of these?!!

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So that was how Deuter got his nickname.

I love traveling with him. I always knew I could count on him to understand my changing needs and give me room to grow. In fact, I’m so dependent on him that sometimes I tend to forget that he is actually not my own…

He is adopted.

Oh well, let’s hope his real parent does not demand him back before we leave for our next trip. hiakhiak

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shooting one's own foot

anonymous*: I can tolerate women's flaws but coming from men, I think they don't deserve to live. I don’t know why so harsh judgment on them
hardshell: LOL! HAHAHA… they don't deserve to live?
hardshell: how about... the best chefs, the best designers are usually men?
anonymous: well, those who are good... I've got nothing to say but those that try too hard, I can’t stand, you know what I mean? as in I can tolerate women trying but I can't tolerate men who can't or fail in anything
hardshell: lol! I just can’t stand men who complain. I suddenly thought of D.C… he complains but I don’t mind as much. I wonder why. Cos he knows he's full of shit I guess
anonymous: cos you never did treat him like a man… be honest now. we treated him like ONE OF US – a GIRL. He's like a sissy pot the way he bitches with us PLEASE
hardshell: LOL! Hahahahahah! Maybe, you have a point. But what about the people saying that WE are like guys? lol
anonymous: they are morons
hardshell: haha! you were one of them! lol
anonymous: lol! you tricked me! you said people
hardshell: haha


* name has been changed for moronic privacy :OP

uninvited guest

“Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!”

Uninvited, that was how the guest announced his presence as he entered my office. But my eyes remained glued to my computer. Dissatisfied that I was not paying him the attention that he demanded, he walked towards me, touched my arm and started whirling the desk chair I was sitting in.

And just as I started to show interest in him, he moved away from me. He then stood mumbling in the middle of the space. As he looked and pointed at the things around he would turn towards me to check if I was following all of his gazes and points.

My eyes followed him till he slid behind the door next to the boxes and disappeared from my angle of sight. But I could still hear him calling my name in a voice that completely tugged at my heart. That was when I could no longer contain myself.

I rushed over behind the door, hugged him and started smothering him with sniffs and kisses. He was simply irresistible.

Sigh, my daily sniffing addiction… my nephew.



Listen to:
Brand New Colony by The Postal Service

post october peeks

Polaroids! Don't you just love the nostalgic mood and feel? Lovely...

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nephew in a box
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"We'll be waiting for you here," they said.
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... aroma and whispers linger in the air
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what are your eyes drawn to?
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K.Z's baby boy with spiraling hair growth... Literally
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a necessary want

the dream
once a simple desire
now transformed to necessity
having cried for fulfillment...

again...
and again...

the dream
once conjured in my mind
now threatens to fade
in the face of all odds

the dream
once triggered happiness
now leaves an ache
where hope was once etched

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(when a want has become a need)

Have you ever wanted something so bad
that it makes you wonder
why you even placed so much emphasis -
one that no one else seems to share, on it?

Then you start to remember
how you had once promised yourself
every single time you needed a reason
to hang on just a lil bit longer for just a lil bit more

But the time just never seemed to come.
And just when you thought it would...
it never does.

Then you start to realise
that every single time you deny it, delay it or compromise on it
all the various reasons continue to build up...

Feeding the transformation of desire
into a sense of motivation
and finally...

into a necessity.

twenty seven

one number
in the remaining days
in the total years
in a day of bargains
in an exquisite find

just one number

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(1 Nov: twenty seven to twenty seven)

The mystery of
mathematical patterns
and coincidences
amazes me.

A day that revolves
around a single number
is simply too cool to ignore.

And today was such a day.

Cool :O)