My first Crocs

At last..aftr years of gawking in disbelief while trying hard to convince myself tht comfort CAN defeat style, i finally came eye to eye with these super cute model tht need no principal-bending. Anyhow, u knw my humour..hence the friendly ghost...i don't say 'cute' but MY Crocs is cute laaah..haha

The Winning Eleven Cometh

Another Friday night of staying in..this time, different ambience altogether. Yeah, Ive spend the last 4 to 5 years in a household echoed with screams and yells from the Play Station fanatics..apart frm the occasional shriek of gedikness of my sister choke-slamming Wrestling, there's seldom a straight hour of undisturbed silence. Either my brothers fighting over shit stuf like the memory stick, the mockings of red cards and panelties or simply, my dad's cursing against the curbs of Gran Turismo.

Anyhow, apart from The Muppets Race that I could only muster so gracefully to the finishing line..never has it oocur to me that i'll b fascinated enough to know what Counter Strike's all about, to google for cheats for the SIMS or let alone to be stuck watching a full game of the infamous soccer game, Winnig Eleven..somehow, changes r healthy..hence, i got stucked watching not 1 but endless rounds of thy game..even saw the swirly field-whatever that means

Yeah..I yawned alright..for the 1st 2 games at least..while trying to concentrate on the book that i brought along (i knw id b needing it) but somehow after scanning the pages twice and still couldnt figure what ive been reading for the past 45mins, i give in, put down the book and tried to see whats all the chaos all about.

Now I understand..why my man and his merry men are so indulged in it. It is rather fun. and I did laugh (..like sincerely) when the guy was given the virtual red card and the desperate crossover during the last minutes and the virtual topple of the winning team and many more manly fun things they do like switching off the tv to mock the opponent..(i could feel their agony)

The thought of guys being glued to the LCD screen for hours used to be so questionable..like what the hell do they do, man..but then, I realized, it is kinda interesting..and Im glad to hav tagged along coz now I know..when a man said, they'd be out gaming with the guys, I am convinced that there's pretty much nil-room to slot hanky-pankys coz they seemed to be putting in heart and soul into the game like they're really on the field kicking balls..sigh..what can I say..men..they just wanna play/talk/sleep/eat/toy balls.

who r we to be standing pretty within the aplitude..(mcm muat pun.. :p)

The end is a beginning of a beginning to the end..

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."

Rose Walker - The Kindly Ones
- sent to me via email circa 2007, by a stranger back then. Today, he's the love I've been waiting for..and he loves me too.

pis: thank god he's a man in uniform, not a rockstar..never were,never will be,never ever.