2005.

to those reading, (whoever does read). happy new year! (: um, about this time tmw that is.
markay, happy birthday again. i didn't forget okay. i'm sure you're out having a great time on the day you FINALLY turn 17. hurhur.

2005 has been a year of learning and really a very refreshing year. thanks be to God for being always there again and keeping me close. for the friends that He has given me, and most of all, my family. 2006 brings yet another new set of excitement and newness in itself and i'm excited. like very excited.

meanwhile, have a great new year and may it be a fruitful one(: till next year everyone.
ps. this is courage. hazel's brother. my latest models. hur.

behind those hazel eyes.

penang is for some reasons, much hotter than singapore. do not ask me why. i thought singapore was nearer the equator? anyhoo. this is hazel, my cousin's little lab/golden retriever puppy. she's the sweetest thing every although she barks at you if you stand up cos she's scared of big people. she has these lovely eyes that i've fallen in love with.
today i just sat in the garden watching hazel and her brother courage, roll around on the grass and wrestle each other. i want a puppy now.

new year's just round the corner.
fresh beginnings and new starts.

the season with a reason.

christmas eve with people whom you know will always be there.
good food, good fellowship. warm hearts.

christmas, isn't christmas till it happens in your heart.

for Christ came down to this earth as a servant, to be poor, so that we may be rich in Him.

perfect world.

she sits alone in her room. somewhere which held those tears and laughter. she looks out at the perfect world. it's just too perfect for me. she thinks. sometimes, she wonders why she left. would it have been still her perfect world she knew? she wonders, why she came back. would it be different still? she left this world, knowing change in inevitable. they all said that it would be the same.

is it?
was it ever perfect?
did i really love it?
did i really belong?

i don't know where is home anymore.

charity.

this is charity. she's my little-lest cousin here in Singapore. i know you can't see her face, but i really liked this photo of her in my visor. she has dark brown, almond-shaped eyes. she loves the camera, the camera loves her.
it's great to see her again. love it when she runs up to me and jus gives me a great big hug around my knees, and then she'll grab my hand and drag me to see one of her paintings or something like that. i would usually run along and start jumping around the house like her, engaging in all forms of rowdiness.

family, is where there's warmth and love. you can be who you are. no masks. and you can be a kid again.

back to charity,
why do they grow up so fast!

what tomorrow holds.

results. 4am. scared. nervous. tired. heart's beating like there's no tomorrow. can't sleep. insomnia. yet, tired. sleepy...

but, i know He holds tomorrow, and i know You hold my hand(:

open water.

its really interesting to see how people are nostalgic about leaving melbourne for this extended vacation. well, i am as well. simply cos i haven't been home for a year. don't get me wrong here. i love being back home. it's really not what i expected it to be, but then again, i tried not to have expectations, cos i know that they might fail. yet again, i digress from my title.

so, mish has been up to her neck in water this weekend!
powerboating has been pretty fun. the theory part really sucks, cos it's so boring and half the things they won't ask you in the test. just cos PSA wants poweredboaters to know Singapore waters, we have to learn every single thing. and there's really not much use boating here really. there are too many limitations to where you can go. although it feels the greatest when you're out and sea enjoying a beautiful sunset in the open sea, but somehow, it's doesn't feel as carefree as say, looking out at grampians, etc. i know Singapore is small lah. then don't make so many limitations already! despite that, i've had a really good time meeting all sorts of people and getting my sealegs back after two years. one thing though, i can't berth the boat properly. parking. yesyesyes. BUT i shall not succumb to the stereotyping of how woman cannot park properly, and i will make sure that i pass my practical test...somehow.

i still feel like i'm speeding through the water, so i shall go and sleep...
and let the waves bring me somewhere, somehow, nearer to you.

so long.

to the place, that holds many memories.
thank you for being somewhere i could call home for a year. a shelter when it was cold, shade, when it was hot. tears and laughter. a place where we gathered to learn and share...

so long, 155.

hello, 04-03. i'm back, and i've missed you.

it's good to be home.

a place i call home.

for some reason or the other, people seem to be on a blogging haitus during the holiday period more so than during exams. probably you tend to blab more when you're stressed and are stuck at home because you do not want to feel guilty about not studying...

"another summer day, has come and gone away, in paris or rome, and i wanna go home..."

truthfully, i'm a bit torn between.
i want to be here, yet i want to be there. my heart's in neither place.

yesterday, the funniest thing happened. i am still very amused by it. if you want to know. you can ask. haha. i'm just amused.
i've got nothing much to write here for now. there's alot, but little.

"i'm coming back home..."

lazy day.

bleach, blinds, browns, blues...

chocolate, chocolate, cheesecake, chats...

thank you.

...and you just can't help but put a smile on your face.

faults.

hey, everyone has them right?
BUT WHY DO ALWAYS GET BLAMED FOR THE ONES THAT AREN'T MINE?!
ugh. i am peeved and pissed off if you can't already tell.
AGAIN.
stupid bankers and their banking systems just pissed me off.
who pays bills using the stupid phone? and who on earth cares how you press the telephone buttons as long as you press them correctly right? omg. even that smallest thing, you still want to find some fault with it.
FINE. i'm not as intelligent at counting and looking at numbers as you. but don't PICK ON ME JUST COS OF THAT.

it's not my fault and you had no reason at all.
and now, i'm sure that i'm the one who's gonna have to say sorry. AGAIN.

joshie.

to joshie woshie:
i know you absolutely detest being called that.
still remember the first day that i met you at IDP?
i do.
it has been an amazing one year of being friends with you. sure, we did have our ups and downs, but that's what makes this friendship last forever right?
RIGHT.

don't ever think that any of us will forget you okies?
you wont ever be forgotten(:
i know that you'll do great in singapore.

and i wish you Jesus, more than anything.