You know, one day I’m just going to, out of the blue, do something that I want to do, instead of something that I have to do.
I think the positive and happy effect would last for days, even though it was just one day that you did that something out of ordinary.
Good for the soul, yo!
I think I’ve thought of what would be the 10th thing I wanna do in the nearby future.
10. Meet the entire cast of Grey’s Anatomy.
As well as all the artists in GA’s soundtracks, please?
Impossible? I say no. 
When people from faraway return, it is the happiest of happiest moment, for you get to grab hold of something that has been away for ages, and you don't know whether you have a chance of seeing him or her again.
However when people who have always been around you leave, then you wake up the next morning realising that something from now on will be different.
Goodbyes are hard to say, but the happiness of a hello again makes it worth the while.
Benny's farewell video can be found here.
And Mr Aaron Chew, I just found out that we don’t have a picture taken together, how can?
Nine things to do in the (very) nearby future, as of 20th February 2010:
“Gather moments while you may, collect the dreams you dream today,” Times Of Your Life, Joanna Wang.
1. Taste a macaron.
Have always read about them in books, but never really seen or tasted one in real life.
2. Get a tiny tattoo.
Just a teeny one, please?
3. Go on a reaaally scary rollercoaster with you.
And the shared moment forever etched in our memories.
4. Go on a day foodie trip.
Just anywhere would be fine with me.
5. Go on a long faraway holiday. (Yes it’s different from no. 4!)
Somewhere cold, somewhere sunny, somewhere hilly…it doesn’t matter. Just as long as it’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to go to.
6. Catch the sunbeam one misty morning.
And capture it in my heart forever.
7. Attend a Zee Avi and/or Joanna Wang performance.
And tell them how much they have inspired me.
8. Start a photo blog.
Of my life and everything around me.
But firstly, I’ll have to…
9. Get a camera.
Enough said.
Hover over photos for original source. I apologize for the lost of sources for 4,5 & 6.
Starbucks’ chocolate banana muffin.
So yummy that I finished it before I remembered that I had promised to save a bite for Marvin, heheh.
This year, I stood by the bedroom window looking out to the wide scene in front of me. Fireworks a-bursting, colours of red-gold, blue, purple, yellow, silver flashes. Explosions of lights that last only less than 5 seconds yet managing to bring a quiet sense of awe into each watcher.
This year I stood by my bedroom window alone, pretending you beside me.
I guess only imagination can bring our dreams to life.
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They say that I cannot fall in love.
I guess that love is ever just, a word by itself.
I miss you everyday.
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OK I am so gonna regret this tomorrow morning, I know. 
It’s not that I don’t believe in love.
It’s just that the actions of the ones I have had a history with before makes it hard for me to believe that humans are possible of a constant positive feeling.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you anyway.
Image: Scandinavian Arctic Heart Ornaments by Jackie Bos
Some food that I enjoyed on my last trip to Penang.
Ever since my family moved there a few months back, they have scouted and found some hidden gems which they bring me to whenever I ‘drop by’, heh.
1. Charcoal steamboat
Not an ordinary steamboat, this popular one has exceptionally yummy and milky soup which comes at quite a hefty price as well.
Like as below, it costs RM40 for a 4-person meal. Not including extra meatballs,quail eggs and glass noodles at RM5 a small plate.
I don’t normally like soups but this one I really enjoyed and drank a couple of bowlfuls.
This restaurant is located on Jalan Raja Uda, Butterworth. I forgot the shop’s name but you can spot it easily by the stall selling BBQ-ed chicken wings just outside the restaurant.
2. Mua Chi (RM 2.00)
OK so you can find this easily at mainland Penang but I found this particular one at Butterworth, sold by this lady who moves around honking a tiny horn in her bike. I brought it home to eat and perhaps that was an unfortunate choice as it was soggy and not warm by then.
However this is a step away from the typical Mua Chi that I have ever tasted as it has fried onions in it. Not to my liking, but then each to his own, eh?
3. Yam Rice
My parents said that this particular stall does not have as much yam in the rice as compared to the other one they had gone to before. However this is still something different as I’ve never tasted anything quite like that before. The rice is normal lah, like plain claypot rice with added yam.
There’s also a bowl of salty ham choy (mixed vegs) soup and meatballs, as well as a bowl of pork in black gravy. Yummy!
4. Spaghetti
(Simply) Home-cooked, with lots of added chicken meat. <3s!
Just think,
how do pretty pictures in tumblr, Joanna Wang, and a MSN conversation with your best friend…
…make one cry?
I just realised that the world is such a beautiful place. I just never opened my eyes that wide before.
I will name my daughters Liesel and Aubrey.
The former after a German Nazi-era book thief, and the latter of a 21st century song muse.
Careful Sam, you don’t want to step into the same shithole.
Of course, it might be a rabbit hole this time, where you’d disappear into a world of fantastic adventure, surprises and bewilderment.
…but then it will be almost impossible to tell the difference. not when both holds promises to make you stumble and fall headlong into the unknown…
…until you either land with a splat or onto a whirlwind of a different and beautiful world.
One will never know until the end anyway.
The best butter bread ever in the whole world is sold at Beng See Full Bakery’s! 
Check out your nearest Beng See Full (or call 012 6635 854) ASAP! It’s only 80 sens and sinfully buttery and sweet, but I try not to think about it. 
She goes to her room, shuts the door behind her with a quiet whoosh of air pressure then turns the knob’s lock. Climbing into bed, her mind is somewhere else, away from the isolated room.
If you look closely, you’d be able to tell the slight frown forming just visible between her eyebrows. She is worried.
Obviously.
She climbs into her bed, fluffing the pillow behind her then half lying down. She pulled the blanket around her and after a second’s thought, over herself.
It’s time to hide from the world and its miseries.
She closes her eyes and lies on her left side, curled up into a protective human ball. Nobody knows what goes through her mind. Certainly, they aren’t thoughts of joy, just thoughts of how things can change in the blink of an eye, in the 5 seconds it takes to pull you down into the fiery depths of of hopelessness, despair and beginnings of hatred for your current situation.
Why do things do not always stay the same just as it gets better, she wonders. She knows that it has always been in the stars, that for her, life will always find a way to screw her up just when it starts to feel better, lighter.
How she knows that, nobody can explain. She just does. Like knowing that water is liquid, and that the boy next door is actually harbouring something for her, and it’s not just friendship.
But she doesn’t care, it doesn’t bother or affect her, she wouldn’t care one way or another whether it was true or not. Still, she knows they are.
Just like the fact that she can never ever lead a constant happy life. There is always a short period of happy times, then Poof! everything comes falling down to pieces in ten minutes. In two days. In a week. Bringing with it destruction, hopelessness and the utter knowledge that everything will never be the same again. The torturous realization that she will have to go through the hurdle again, the hill of problems and loneliness, growing up in ways she does not fully anticipate nor particularly enjoy.
The pain and tears that come every night as she lies there alone, the weight of the world on her. Nobody to talk to, nobody she trusts to really understand.
All she has are just…words.The single letters forming single words,
forming single sentences,
forming single paragraphs,
forming single ramblings.
She doesn’t know any other way to help herself.
One day it will seem as if everything is okay again, and when it seems as if life is worth living again, she recognises that intuition will tell her to prepare for incoming mess that is life’s ironic gift. With a sinking feeling in her heart, she submits to life’s seasons, to the crashing reality that in her life there will never be a truly lasting happiness.
In a locked room under the heaping covers, a tear falls from a girl’s eyelash and drips into the soft bed covers.
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I read and was truly inspired by the style of writing in Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. Maybe I should do some illustrations as well, hmm.
Twitter is very good for a lot of things.
It gives you news.
