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Aug 28, 2009
Aug 27, 2009
Aug 24, 2009
So I am left with no digital camera for about a month, at least that was what the people at my local camera shop had promised. So what do you reckon I do in the mean time? Write? That would be a good idea, however personally I would rather have a rendezvous with friends and acquaintances to share all the comings and goings, and opinions on current issues and the not-so-current ones.
But knowing myself, I would probably have a new update every day anyway, what with all the old pictures that I have not yet had the chance to post up, and all the beautiful music on YouTube that I have not yet had the chance to embed.
So don't panic. I am not going anywhere.
But knowing myself, I would probably have a new update every day anyway, what with all the old pictures that I have not yet had the chance to post up, and all the beautiful music on YouTube that I have not yet had the chance to embed.
So don't panic. I am not going anywhere.
Aug 23, 2009
Aug 22, 2009
Yesterday over lunch my father toppled a glass of iced lemon tea all over my pants, before knocking his cutlery off the dining table.
Today I slashed a glass of water off my dressing table with my bathing towel. The glass hit me on my left foot, and now I am just staring at the post-bleeding mark.
All unintentional. All accidents.
Responding to @kikieIsmail's tweet, "Let's pray that you don't fall sick again this Ramadhan. Selamat berpuasa cece!"
Let's hope your prayer is answered. Because I am prone to accidents and infections. It's hereditary. Selamat berpuasa.
Today I slashed a glass of water off my dressing table with my bathing towel. The glass hit me on my left foot, and now I am just staring at the post-bleeding mark.
All unintentional. All accidents.
Responding to @kikieIsmail's tweet, "Let's pray that you don't fall sick again this Ramadhan. Selamat berpuasa cece!"
Let's hope your prayer is answered. Because I am prone to accidents and infections. It's hereditary. Selamat berpuasa.
Aug 20, 2009
I am going on a break, because my digital friend is broken into pieces.
Break and broken.
How did it get broken?
I dropped it.
Just like how I dropped those chicken bones on the floor, that calculator into the drain, and that glass of water onto your pants, I just drop things.
My inelegance is no longer comical. I need help.
Break and broken.
How did it get broken?
I dropped it.
Just like how I dropped those chicken bones on the floor, that calculator into the drain, and that glass of water onto your pants, I just drop things.
My inelegance is no longer comical. I need help.
Aug 18, 2009
I will tell you my stories on a breezy day
so they can float away with the wind
But let me first craft the words and ways
so you won't feel them brush against your skin.
so they can float away with the wind
But let me first craft the words and ways
so you won't feel them brush against your skin.
Aug 17, 2009
Aug 16, 2009
Aug 9, 2009
Aug 7, 2009
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