silence of the night...

solitude night, with a can of beer.... Posted by Picasa



i think i'm getting into Snoopy craze lately.... First, I got a Snoopy mug when my mug broke some time ago.... Posted by Picasa

And today, as I went to get some highlight pens, I somehow got myself a combination of Snoopy-s... Posted by Picasa


the haze is hitting klang Valley... and giving us a Bad Air Day... Posted by Picasa



the sky of this summer back home... Posted by Picasa

fruit tart

wow... what a yummy fruit tart... Too bad it's ain't for me.. I can only watch my sis eat... :'( Gonna get one for myself tomorrow!! Posted by Picasa



霞霞前天买的小兔,名叫阿B~~ 我说妃霞啊,可不可以为他改个有创意一点点的名字乜? 不过啊,阿B 还真是可愛いですね! Posted by Hello


Can you see the love?

Love is everywhere & I found some today...
I found a love given by a stranger, waiting for someone to discover..
I found love from the farmer, which is hidden well in the watermelon i bought today...
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Everyone know how hard it is for a person to express his care & love to
someone directly, face to face. Thus, writing is created, for people to express
themselves better...

I once thought the most valuable gift a person can
get is a letter full of love. A letter written with passion & sincerity. A
letter that would touch your heart & make you wanna cry. But it ain't easy
as well now to most people. Love letter, poems, song composing.. is such a
difficult task.

That is what I feel now. I want to write but I don't
know what should I write. I need inspiration. Looking at the blank paper, my
mind is blank as well.

P/S: When I found this picture, it was given the title "hell" as the description goes:

"Handing in a blank paper during exam is like entering hell..
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When you're young and you look up to the clear blue sky, you just wished that you could fly. Fly like the birds up high. Fly like the plane. You folded planes with paper & throw it, wishing it could fly up high, fly far. A simple paper plane would make you happy. Yes, you think you could fly.

As time passes, you start to think more.


"It's impossible for humans to fly."

"You need wings to fly."

"Don't be childish."

"Well, yeah... You can consider getting on a plane is flying.. but do you have the money?"

"What makes the plane fly?"

"The air force, blah blah...."

The story goes on & on... A simple paper plane doesn't satisfy you anymore. You think folding a paper plane is childish, you don't have the time for it. You want something more realistic.. When you think of flying, you think of freedom. You think you're living in a suffocating world. Everything's tying you up~ You can't breath!

Don't you wish you could have the heart of a child back? Back to the days when folding paper plane is so much fun for you? Well, you know..
. Being simple is the first rule for happiness...


myself-photo-taking & photo-editing addicted result.. Posted by Hello


When something gives you pleasure and satisfaction, you tend to want more of it... Thus leading to addiction. That's how drug-addiction begins.

Well, don't get my word wrong, I'm NOT a drug-addict! I'm just making an example out of it. Anyway, talk about addiction, I do get addicted to lots of stuff. Let's see, I'm a :

  • Movie addict
  • Internet-addict - though there's nothing much for me to do now, especially when everyone's busy studying and i'm the lonely ranger
  • Self-photo-taking-addict - Good thing I don't have my own camera, or else I'll probably get sick of my face!
  • Photo-editing-addict - I find photo editing & enhancing is pretty much an art. Making one photo look prettier.. Can't find a satisfied photo editor though..

Well, looks like I'm addicted to lots of no-good, no-use stuff after all. I wonder how come I'm not book-addicted?










它,活了12年零25天。 它,是小Q!终其一生的等候,默默的等候。



This is a song i've heard lately, and it's been playing in my mind forever since.... "Journey"

It's a long long journey
Till I know where I'm supposed to be
It's a long long journey
And I don't know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide
It's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you

Many days I've spent
Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong

I know I will falter I know I will cry
I know you'll be standing by my side
It's a long long journey
And I need to be close to you

Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don't even know why
I do the things I do
When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul
Will you break down these walls and pull me through?

Cause It's a long long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on calvary
Beneath those stormy skies

When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feel like everything is out to make me lose control
It's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you.to you