Chapter Closed.

I finally wrote the post I've been putting off for so long- my last post at sh*rve dot blogspot dot com.

Even though I haven't been really blogging there for some time now *ie. expressing my thoughts/ feelings/ etc*, I still felt a twinge of something or other from the closure.

I guess every ending you go through, it'll seem like a part of you has been torn away.

Undeniably, the old blog did play a big part in my life. It saw me through break-ups, happy moments, friendships and outfits. It was like an old friend.

Today I said byebye to that old friend.


My feelings are understandable, even if a blog IS an inanimate object, right? :p

Tongue Tied.

I've never been very vocal about my opinions or feelings.
When I do try, I end up saying the wrong things. I just end up screwing everything up.

:(

Baby Love.

'The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous"

- Carrie Bradshaw



In 5 days time, we shall kiss until one of us topples over from cardiac arrest, or whatever medical disorder it is you suffer from when you don't get enough air.
*Don't look at me that way! I'm doing law, not medicine! :p*

Pictures Speak a Thousand Words.

Ooh! My first picture post.
I should celebrate. *grins and pops champagne*

Although I'd love to linger, I've got work due at 10am tomorrow morning and it's already *gasp* 4am! 0_O
Wahey, I have perfected the art of pro-crastination.

1. Am thinking of going shorter with the fringe.

2. Sohai faces some people pull when they're tipsy.
*I don't know the girl in the picture, honestly.*

3. What's the point in wearing floral, feminine dresses when you still sit kangkang-style like a man?

4. A bimbo's version of 'architecture'.

5. A Chanel a day keep the potential-husbands away. :p

6. Brave attempt of a close-up sans make up.

Oohkay, shall potter off to work and bed now.
Tah!

xx

USB Ports.

The boy was telling me he just bought a vacuum for his laptop.

Now, this laptop is no ordinary electrical appliance. It is an extremely pampered one.
He's always buying accessories for it!

He has TWO sound systems for his baby and God knows what else.

Now it has a vacuum as well?!?! Of course I had to complain.

"Honey! You sayang your laptop more than you do me!"

He laughed and said,

"No that's not true... I love you more okay?"

"But you don't buy me sound systems or vacuums. :("

"Baby, I love you more than my laptop okay? I don't make love to my laptop through the USB port, do I?"

I grimaced before laughing along with him,
"Err baby, that's just sick." -_-

hehehehhehehehee

I love my boyfriend even though he loves his laptop more than he loves me! :D

24th March.

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.

-Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle

This song has always brought a hollow pang.

I've never had the privilege to play Daddy's Girl- that was what little sister was born for.

On the other hand, my relationship with my father has always been distant.

I barely have any recognition of my dad from my childhood. He was always posted outstation for work. Even when he wasn't, he was a workaholic driven to build a career for himself. Consequently, I hardly saw him.

My father had a ferocious temper. He was also a strong proponent of corporal punishment.

The former characteristic, coupled with work stress and the latter belief did not make life easy. There were many times when I thought I hated my father. There were many times when I hated my life, simply because you can't choose family.

However, his temper has mellowed over the years. He also works a lot less and spends more time with the family, having already established the career he was so keen on 20 odd years ago.
Unfortunately, a building's strength will always bore down to its structure and its base. No matter how much weather durable paint you coat it with or whatever you do to make your building stronger, it always will bore down to its foundations.

Sad to say, it is foundations for a loving father-daughter relationship that we lack.Of course I love my daddy. It's just that I can never show it. I guess we'll forever be stuck with the distant relationship we have perfected.

I'll also continue to feel that familiar pang whenever I hear Bob Carlisle sing about butterfly kisses.