Time for a longer weekend next week, at least. I need to enjoy myself before i disappear. i am leaving soon:( for some time. There will be better times in december, i hope. I need a good break from all these.
9 oct - the day to come.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
heartbeat
To understand people is to feel the heartbeats. When people rattle their problems, close your eyes and listen. Imagine you have walked into their world. This world is directly controlled by the heart. When the world is at peace, you will hear the heart beating nicely. But when it is in a disaster, you will hear rushing beats in a disconcerted manner.
I feel your heartbeat, the way you do to it. I don't mind you sharing your problems with me:)
I feel your heartbeat, the way you do to it. I don't mind you sharing your problems with me:)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
LEARNT
Everyday, i experience new scenarios. But after all these, i learnt more after listening to comments from people of different backgrounds.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
For Dickson - His 21st
Last night, it was definitely an one-off, real life drama. Originally it was a birthday party for my cousin, Dickson. I was having bubbles and whistles. As usual, i would actively take photos for memories.
Things turned out differently when Dickson drank. Somehow, the effects of his celebration spilled over to another party - Yvonne's - next door. Charged with alcohol, he did whatever you darn him to. Best of all, it was the way he joined in - loud and bold. That was enough to project an image of a sassy boyfriend.
Entered the room, filled with unknowns, he demanded,"Who's the birthday girl?" I thought it was probably all night he wanted to have fun in Yvonne's party but with the help of the green tea-flavoured alcohol, he transformed. The crowd was stunned. The birthday girl was summoned. At first, it was a simple handshake and birthday greeting. Then it was a simple photo shot. Then an exchange of contact. Not too much of a request. Then again, a new request came. How about drinking with hands intertwined?
Still, it was small case. Dramas are serialised in this case. So he re-entered the room. This time, he bellowed," Slap me!" It was better to slap than a no-show. Of course, Yvonne was reluctant. However, with 'official' permission given, she slapped half of her full strength. It was bad shot. Dickson demanded for double, tight slaps. So he was slapped and the drama ended with birthday greeting.
Perhaps the show was thought to be over. It was 3rd time lucky for Yvonne. He stormed the room. With his command, i brought him 2 chairs. He sat on one and hit on the other chair for Yvonne to sit on. He wanted to drink with her. By then, before them, it was a group of girls with cameras, camera phones and whatever the girls got so long as the devices could record the amazing moment. They were like paparazzi. So they drank. Somehow, the girl had problem drinking. Dickson drank it on her behalf.
So wasn't he just LOUD and BOLD that fateful night, recorded as 050909?
Things turned out differently when Dickson drank. Somehow, the effects of his celebration spilled over to another party - Yvonne's - next door. Charged with alcohol, he did whatever you darn him to. Best of all, it was the way he joined in - loud and bold. That was enough to project an image of a sassy boyfriend.
Entered the room, filled with unknowns, he demanded,"Who's the birthday girl?" I thought it was probably all night he wanted to have fun in Yvonne's party but with the help of the green tea-flavoured alcohol, he transformed. The crowd was stunned. The birthday girl was summoned. At first, it was a simple handshake and birthday greeting. Then it was a simple photo shot. Then an exchange of contact. Not too much of a request. Then again, a new request came. How about drinking with hands intertwined?
Still, it was small case. Dramas are serialised in this case. So he re-entered the room. This time, he bellowed," Slap me!" It was better to slap than a no-show. Of course, Yvonne was reluctant. However, with 'official' permission given, she slapped half of her full strength. It was bad shot. Dickson demanded for double, tight slaps. So he was slapped and the drama ended with birthday greeting.
Perhaps the show was thought to be over. It was 3rd time lucky for Yvonne. He stormed the room. With his command, i brought him 2 chairs. He sat on one and hit on the other chair for Yvonne to sit on. He wanted to drink with her. By then, before them, it was a group of girls with cameras, camera phones and whatever the girls got so long as the devices could record the amazing moment. They were like paparazzi. So they drank. Somehow, the girl had problem drinking. Dickson drank it on her behalf.
So wasn't he just LOUD and BOLD that fateful night, recorded as 050909?
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