Butterflies in tummy

You know that nausea feeling when the special someone is just, like, 10 steps away from you?
It's just something that attracts you, magnetizing you.
There's the urge and feeling that makes you wanna go up in front of the person.
But what comes next after being in front of him?
This stops me.
What am I to do?

Falling in love makes the world turned upside down.
And when I see that fella, I suddenly feel millions of butterflies in traffic conjuction in my stomach.
I can't stand nor can I sit still. I lose my feet, and I can't think straight and suddenly 1+1 is hard to calculate. I wander into my own lala-land, and can't really be sure of what actually goes in my mind, but this.



When he's in sight, I hide.
I turn around into the crowd before realizing my silly actions and laugh at myself.
The unexplainable. My presence doesn't affect him much, and he...?
I guess it's just a thing about love, about literally feeling my cheeks burn in red.
I can't deny the fact that it sometimes hurt, knowing that he was once called 'boyfriend' and now forever a 'stranger'.

Yup. I still love the fella, and suddenly I have no compaints in seeing him at a distance once in a while, even if it meant not talking to him, nor him noticing me.
Love is one of the happiest thing on Earth in life, then again, this beautiful thing is also a curse and is one of the lonelinest thing that you'll ever face.
No one will ever understand what I'm feeling, not even I myself in the presence or the future.



I want Rumpelstiltskin's potion.

One day for once

For once,
It was the picture that caught my eye before the quote.
For once,
The picture meant much, much more than the words.
For once,
She held everything in, and it'll continue to be like this.

Fairy tales

If it takes one to look at one concept, Once Upon A Time tells me that 'happily ever after' comes with a price.  It never comes as it is, because it takes a time, bravery, courage, with evilness to block the way (stab for the childhood!)

Positive's positive

Everything is was productive enough. Well, it's crazy where sometimes all you needed was to face those emotions, let the tears drain a little, and the clouds would soon disappear.

Come to realize it, Zan Azlee showing us 1972 case's Bloody Sunday on film was pure arts, (well compared to the previous film of Happy Together he showed previously, yeah). Talk about all the mainstream news that came in contrast with the alternatives and the truth. So Altenative Voices and Issues here.

Those nights

It's cliché. But what if, all we're going through is just a dream, and we only wake up when we die? I don't wanna have any of these nightmares anymore. Then again, what if I was wrong? And screwing it, the feeling is back.

Anyway, on those mornings where I tend to look like some walking zombie or some moody panda, it's because I put on a mask the night before, head out the dark streets and save the world.

June 7, 2010

I don't always take pictures of my dogs (I'm not the very-photographer-ish kind of person and my taking photo skills are indeed quite in a way very slightly bad), but when I do:

1. It is never on their actual birthday-day(date?). It's either delayed pictures or those that were kept until desperate moments call for desperate times.
2. The blacky always seem to be a little, well, just black. Nah, I don't expect much from a camera in the phone.
3. The dogs never sit still for me to take shots of them. (There's no shutter speed in my world! Okay, maybe there is, but it'll take me 12 hours before I learn to master this VERY SIMPLE step. Blame me.)
4. I take up to at least an hour spending time with them, trying to make them stay still ♥

Anyway, on this day 2 years ago, I was in QM class, trying my very best in concentrating in class, and was finally succeeding for the very first time in 6 weeks in my first semester of College life! And then I received a call where I received news of Yuki giving birth. Then, poof!, there went my concentration.

Anywaaaaaaay, on this very day 2 years ago, 4 adorable puppies were introduced to the world. We ended up keeping 2 of them who grew up to be healthy, lazy things eating and sleeping for free in our house. They did (sadly to say) help to get rid of and killed a few flies, lizards and frogs. Well, they do enjoy chasing after squirrels and barking at the neighbour's cats.

At 2 years old, Sesame and Miko are pretty much still looking like puppies, and are still being very adorable each and every day. They never fail to keep me company and well, they are the most loyal living things on this earth :)

Random being random

The word given was 'FLOOD'.
People thought the word was 'TSUNAMI'.
Waaaaah, is my drawing really that much to handle?

And for 'EMMA', I put 3 skeleton people (2 without hair and one with long hair).
I named the first two 'Harry Potter' and 'Ron', asking others to guess the third person.
Wheeeeeee~

Yup, creative skills are kicking in a terrible, drawing way :p
Not to mention being super high weiiiiiii!

400 more words to go for assignment!
Brain dead!

Lack of sleep makes Mondays even bluer

Well, it does come with a price to pay for having fun during the weekends, with the coming deadline on Wednesday, with 600 more words to go.
Burning the midnight oil meant having one aim for Monday morning classes - do whatever it takes to struggle to stay awake in class.
Didn't even care whether can I read my notes later on.
Scribbling is the best way to fake out concentration x)

Deadlines all lining in a row with that cheeky smile.
But there's always time for that certain project.
Lots of love.
Gambateh! :D