post-ops

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Persons: Lopan,ayu,moi
Venue : Lopan's kebun and Jongker

Wedding

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Persons : Zul & Diana's
Venue : Kluang






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yesterday

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some stories were too high a tale
some just keeps repeating histroy
some just keeps on fading into the background
some shimmers ever so bashfully
under the too bright a story
what's yours?
Mine were a mix colors of the rain and the sun
that is why i adore the rain
i hope yours a colorful one too
because when you know your story is bland
you'll wish to swap places with your kids.

today

" And if you were Banana Republic and I was Prada slash Vintage, then together we would be the Louboutins "

winter in June

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Sometimes the sweet sound of the cat purring sounded similar like those of the soft tune of the ukelele. But definitely not the sound of the blaring music echoing from the KLpac, which is a 100 feet away from us. Wayy too much for the ears to handle for now. adeih.
But the head is now making the same music as those bloodcurdling-head-spinning-kinda sing-a-long-which-I-think-is-too-much-and-why-ouh-why-did-i-go,funny-no?
headache.headache.headache.headache.haihsss....
I want to go back to the studying days.where roses are still red. and boys are still jerks. And girls as naive as a new kitten. and the next big thing is being steady. and teachers are a BIG pain in the maximus gluteus .
Where dreams are still fresh and surreal. and full of white wispy clouds.
And suddenly a big black storm came and took my dreams away.
And I am dreaming of them with their kill
tearing all of the whites and pure apart.
And I woke up, sweaty and still here.
*Sigh*

p/s: so for those of you who are falling in love,
keep it kind,keep it good,
keep it right,
throw yourself in the midst of love,
But keep one eye open when you sleep..

Hey you

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Hey you,
In reality, I dont really know what the eff I'm doing.
On second thought, maybe I do
On the third and fourth time, I got nothing

Hey you,
I would dream the dreams where all my wishes came true,
Or something like that
Except, when I woke up
everything was as bleak as the gray sky
and so is all my dreams

Hey you,
I wanted to believe in words,
in love and in life,
in people, white ,beige or black.
I wanted so much to see everything as white.
Or at least a pale white
I know I'm naive Or maybe just plain stupid.
Maybe just plain stupid

Hey you,
I wished and dreamt a big white ethereal wedding
like any other normal girls
The long exquisite dress,
the tiara and lots of roses
and you
but truly, all i wanted was us
in a pair of jeans and t shirts,laughing.

Hey you,
all i wanted was a 'Hey you'
and a little 'Hey me'
to make a 'Hey Us'

That is all I want.


Yours truly,
moi

at 3 a.m exactly

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I think I have developed a fetish for 3 a.m's in the weekend. Although frankly i do not think it spurs me magnificent thoughts or anything whatsoever. Frankly, I can't write like I used to. Would love to but can't. Mainly because I'll creates thousand of reasons as to validate my lack of ideas.In other words, I've drained myself to a stupor.

Sigh.Sometimes, in the middle of the week,I'd write entries in my mind. And since my mind capacity is like a rambling old lady with crippling memory,you get the drill. Basically when I finally sits in the comfort of 'me alone time',I'd have nothing to write and so I rambled such now(hey,it got me 2 paragraphs hehe)

OKlah, till then
au revoire!

sleep if you must,
because sleepiness is an addiction even Einstein is left in conundrum.