doggie and me.

due to extreme boreded-ness,
and realisation that there has been a lack of colour lately,
i have decided to post a picture,
of yours truly.

yeah. so for those of you who haven't seen me in super uber long time, this is how i look like now [that's not my doggie btw.]
still the same ol' me really. andand, today i had good tutes, cos free coffee, tea and company, go together like nutella and bread(:

and i think i will pick up golf and driving soon.
holiday projects!
hurry inspiration come and inspire me! grrr.

in Your love i'll trust.

shoot.

grrr. i missed the best of autumn, red

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leaves and such, by cooping myself my home and doing work. going out only at night. ahhh. my favourite season of the year, is nearing an end. hopefully, there'll still be some tomorrow. and i will remind myself to bring out foy on a date [my trusty fujitsu].

tell me, where can i find a red leaf?

and i just found out, i've got an extension. rawrr.

mightymighty messengers.

i got an email today from my dad, and it really just hit me with this whole load of happy memories that exist from my childhood. and it was OHSOEXCITING i just had to screamandshout! woohoo! anyhow, my main purpose, is to ask anyone, who was part of MIGHTYMESSENGERS aka MM in foochow methodist church, please write a testimonial about why we should revive it and also what you got out of it! we're trying to persuade aunty linda and uncle kah chai [toktokman!] to revive the choir! i'm typing with lots of exclaimation marks cos i'm soexcited! email your response to crystalsoh! [if you don't have her email, tag me. but all you MM-ers should have lah.]

i have done that already! have YOU?

ps. oh, cos my dad sent the email to leeway and me, he signed off as, "Michelle's Dad".
haha. my dad is so cute. i love my daddyy(:

ohwell.

i guess i will always stay second best. or third. ahh. whatever.

5500 words to go, with 120 hours to go. [does not include sleeping, eating, drinking, and getting distracted. oh. and going to school. ARGH.]

of a pure fictitious nature.

she stepped up the bus, looking for a window seat. she pushed her bags into the overhead compartment just above her seat and sat down. didn't want to look out of the window. it would be much too painful. there was nothing, and there never will be,if there is, he won't say anyway. she thought to herself, just let it go. makes things much easier for both of us. she tried to make herself busy by spreading out the thin blanket over her legs and taking out her book and orange muffin from her handbag before placing it on the floor. but her heart raced faster and faster. it got too hard not to look out of that window. will the bus just leave? she thought. what's taking them so long anyway? she knew that he would want her to wave back as she left. but no, i'm not doing that. goodbyes are hard enough. it has been hard enough. finally, she heard the engine starting up. through the speakers came a voice, a strange one, just like the place she was leaving for. not familiar, not warm and friendly like people back home, sending shivers down her spine. the bus started to move forward slowly. tears started to run down her face. she tried to blink them away, saying, i'm strong, and i need to leave.

as the bus start to accelerate, she saw out of the corner of her eye someone running alongside the bus. the biggest mistake she made, was to look out. as he ran, he held his right hand up, with the letters 'I' 'L' 'U' in sign language. and he never stopped. not once. she gave up, pressing her face against the window, signing him the same thing. smiling through her tears. he kept running, till he couldn't catch her anymore.

she just sat there, crying now, with more pain than ever. wishing she was never strong enough to go. ILU, was, and is, strong enough to make anyone stay.

and he said it, loud and clear. that's all she needed to know.

*inspired by jodi picoult. and mish was justbored. so she decided to write. something, romantic.

okay.

i know that i've already blogged for today and for the rest of the week probably, but i just need to get this outta my system. grr. mish just fails in choice making. stressstressstress. iknowican. iknowican.iknow...ican'tLAH. it has just come to the point that makes me feel as if taking on four assignments in two weeks is just too much to handle. on top of that, plusplusplus. my aim is to be a nerd on saturday and sunday till friday next week. so that i can finish everything that i need to do. shut myself in my uh, room not-room, as joann calls it, very comfy it is. i shall make it as comfy as possible. i have a feeling i might need to spend the REST of mylife here talking about globalisation.

i am very happy for hot tubs and saunas that just exist up there on level 33. such a blessing. although the gym beside me makes me feel ohsoguilty about not exercising, i just want to sink myself in the jacuzzi and cook myself. shall do it again on a nicecoldday. i want to make nice hot chocolate, but i'm just too lazy. not really, then again. just that, i could have something more convenient like, water, for instance. would make my life much easier [hah. society and its fastpaced-ness.] i would like to deny that it's 2.30am in the morning alr. and i've got a 9am class. but it is. ohwell.

iCAN DO IT!(:
through You who gives me strength.

yellow orange.

the days are pretty when you get up early in the morning and just have time to lie in bed before waking up to that dreaded cold, have time to slowly trudge to the bathroom to wash your face, eat a decent brekkie for once, and slowly walk to school while watching the world go by rushing to work, opening shops along lygon. then you have a good tutorial with intelligent discussions and so on. and bumping into a friend that you never see although you live like, 5mins walk away [funny how we bump into each other in uni, but not near our houses?]
sitting on stone walls, chilling to music and silly stories, watching orange and yellow leaves fall at our feet. as such, are yelloworange days(:

pretty ones too.

IMF.

MI3 consisted of,

maggieQ and jonathanrhys.

equals to,

hawthawtHAWT and sexy accents. [tom cruise was alright only lah. no comparison. hurr.]

and on another totally random note,

editing kills eyes.

abit more faith.

looking for so much more. i feel like i'm looking for a needle in a haystack. with no magnet to use. maybe not a haystack, but a whole bunch of other needles. and the magnet. it sifts things out. supposedly. but they're all the same. nothing stands out. the magnetic field's not strong enough? probably. but i just think i'm not looking hard enough. there should be one that jumps out you know. maybe its coloured... or maybe it's just a little fatter than the rest... or maybe... JUST maybe. i should stop thinking about it. just sit around and wait for it to jumpoutatme like the rest. it's called patience, which produces hope, and hope, character...

just a little bit more faith. and much more prayer.

candlelit acrylics.

i do not know, for the life of me, how to paint. abstract art, came out, REALLY wierd.
uneven canvas, paint globules, red, green, white. but i still love acrylics!
of course safeway shopping and random candles and midnight soba(:

and it's back to assignments.

Your promises are forever. [which reminds me, i had a picture of a rainbow i want to blog about. another time.]

of jazz.

saturday night.
1.5K word assignment, and i'm still out.
jazz bar.
plain ol' chillin' to the groove.
elana stone.
crazy piano playing.
the band was just.
crazily good.

that's what saturday nights are about.

i wake to find You more beautiful than before.