bye bye love

The lovely emac is sold. Together with a heavy heart and lousyboy's trusty g4, little miss p is slowly getting acquainted to the newly acquired fp93v. The latter is still wrapped in her plastics waiting for the day when the dream studio/office space materialises so that she can proudly flash her pearly white in full glory. Hopefully, she won't turn cream before that happens. The cranky but lovable 7610 has also been replaced by a hot pink v3x. Despite all this, little miss p can't help but feel sentimental about the departure of both of them. Because of them, she learns to take her first step out and into the world of gadgety itties comfortably. Bye bye emac. Bye bye nokie. Little miss p will miss you much. :(

PS: The theme for illustration friday this week is rain. How timely. 23/6

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I feel as if I've been marching on the same spot day in and out all this while.

milky bunnies

These bunnies were made for Easter a while ago. Many thanks to Lousyboy, Mrs Yuen and a few more who helped me drink up all the yummylicious organic brown rice soya milk before I can work on the cartons. Thank you for your unwavering support. :)

princess joey

Do you have any children?
But I don't have a prince.
Why don't you go find one tomorrow?
Hmm, where do I go to find my prince?
Disneyland!

My heart melted when she said that.

well done, lousyboy.

Lousyboy certainly lives up to his name. He thought he just turns 34 on his birthday when he is only 33. He had me confused for a while and no matter how I kept counting back and forward, I could not find that missing year. Is my Mathematics that bad or the memory not serving me well? I know the awful feeling of being greeted with well wishes gone wrong especially when it is meant to be from a truly loved one. So I did a triple check before sending my greetings out. Yes boy, you still belong to Category Y1.

I think I just want to be a data entry clerk.

This is one of those days when I really feel like throwing in the towel and admit my defeat.

if being nice to someone means causing yourself unnecessary distress and inconvenience, please think twice.

I want to talk about the irresponsible fellow who did not keep to his words and made me feel like an idiot for helping him. Can I shout to the whole world and proclaim that it really does not pay to be kind?

goodness prevails among us

If ever there comes a day when an unknown sum of money suddenly appears in your bank account due to someone's carelessness, please report to the relevant authorities. Do not even entertain the idea of keeping mum or keeping the money. If it does not belong to you, IT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. Even if the law sides with you, you ought to be honest. Even if it is the careless one at fault and he deserves no sympathy for such a ridiculous mistake, you ought to be honest still. There are no grounds for you to be greedy and harbour any dishonorable thoughts about such gains. Finders should not be keepers. Period.

hello once more

Ok. I confess. Bad habits cling to me like a teary lover unable to let go. Telling her about "it's not you, it's me" did not make her think any better of herself. Neither did it lessen the guilt I feel towards her. With every tear she sheds, the sentimental part of me creeps in. Worst of all, it happens not because of love in the first place but because sentiment grows when you place her long enough in your life. It definitely was not a waltz through this 2 months. I took a stumble here and there. And here are times when I managed to get her off my back. Phew.

And one for the millionairess. How about flying me to Paris to buy some rose-scented toilet paper for my Swettenham home?

hello neighbour!

Little miss pea is not too sure it's due to the demise of her 25-year-old status or the beginning of 2006, but she definitely can feel the change in herself, albeit a slight one. It's a good start for all things fresh and a chance to bid bad habits goodbye once more. Tonight, she shall drink to her merry and welcome her new neighbour with love. May she waltz through 2006. And hope the same can be said for her loved ones. So long, everybody. Yes, that includes you, you and you.

yes, please

Sometimes, little miss pea tries to work to pay her bills. And most times, she paints, draws and makes crafts. Brilliant ideas stored and stacked up in piles are realised and pretty little things are made. People trip and fall so painfully in love with them that they do not mind parting with their money. The cash register will be ringing melodiously and little miss pea can have tea at marshmallow royal. All this and more remain at the back of her head going about their imaginary lives. But one day, she will rule her own life. Welcome to wicked wonderland.

unfathomable you and you

We have less than 3 weeks to go. Wrapping up the year uneventfully and quietly will be nice.

she says

Crying is not a means to vent frustration but a way of expressing helplessness.

keeping my fingers crossed

I have been drowning myself in all things Christmas these days. Never have I seen that many artificial pines trees, ornaments and lights in my life before. And neither have I ever attempted to decorate one till now. Beautifully adorned Christmas trees are meant to be admired from a distance, dazzling people with their glitter and chasing lights. Hopefully, mine will turn out just like all her pretty and nice counterparts...That makes it 2 hopes for the week since the pin badges will only be ready for collection on Friday...

strange forces of nature

Back to wicked wonderland. The grass has been trimmed. The wooden fence is given a fresh coat of paint.

This is way too much of a coincidence. In the midst of tidying up wicked wonderland, I found the above. They were meant for an entry dated 15.11.2004. I never got around to piecing my thoughts together for that day last year. Upon seeing it now, I know I have to wake my brain up from that slumber party gone wrong and try my best to post a decent entry. It is a case of now or never or to wait a year later. I chose the most former. However, it is a struggle no doubt. My favourite hobby at the moment is to watch the cursor blink away. The memory is really failing me. Was it 54 blinks per minute or 45 blinks per minute? It is a scary thing to watch time pass me by just like that. By the second. And before anyone of us realises, we'll be hearing Auld Lang Syne and welcoming 2006. Sarah is having her one year old party in a few weeks' time. The best part is i have yet to post her pretty birthday cake that was taken during her one month old celebration. Wow. I wonder what took me so long.

the end

I have an urge to kill this site these days. Perhaps I should.

last call

Is it me or is it me? August seems to be in a hurry to leave. Goodbye my dear friend. I'll see you in a year's time. Enjoy your holiday. Don't miss me too much.

the day after the slumber party

I have been very lazy for a long time. The truth is I do not remember being hardworking before. Maybe only less lazy at times. I suppose it is time for me to wake up.

distracted me

I woke up this morning only to realize I have forgotten to remove my contact lenses the night before. And for a moment, I thought my eyesight has gotten the better of me. Wishful thinking on my part.

Life should be like a yummy chocolate-coated strawberry.