Okayyyy, last one.

On an Artic Monkeys late night binge.

Why hello, sexy lads.

New rules to live by.

You.

Even as I'm overwhelmed with work in the office, thoughts of you fill my mind and I can't help but to just smile, believe and have trust. And its times like this where I find myself longing for nothing more than to breathe in your familiar scent and feel your warmth, the very things that provide me with the greatest comfort in the world.

The ups and downs, they're part and parcel of this journey. Tears that flowed, laughter that bounced off the walls and the things we've shared, only we know what they meant.

I wanna quit being negative and enjoy what we have, milk our time together for what its worth. I don't wanna regret anything, anymore.

I wanna grow old with you and enjoy our time together.

I wanna keep growing alongside you - since when we were 17 year old classmates to when you're a white haired, singlet wearing apek and I'm a tudung wearing, baju kurung clad makcik (with a clutch clamped tight under my right armpit).

I wanna grow old with you, lace our wrinkly hands together and whisper into your ear 50 years from now that, "We made it."

Its you or no one else for me.

If its in God's will.

I can only pray that you feel the same way about me too.

"The head said

... before you give up, think of the reason you held on for so long."

And on a totally random note, my head also says that I could use a fab slab of chocolate cake (preferably from Awfully Chocolate), a nice FULL body massage (in a room with lit up vanilla scented candles) and topped off with reaaaaaaaaaal cute, round owl (a plushie, since I can't deal with the real thing - will probably make it send letters back and forth ala Hedwig in Harry Potter).

But hey, we can't always get what we want.
C'est la vie.

Trust

...is like an eraser.
It gets smaller with every mistake.

You have no idea...

No idea of what I feel about you.
Of how much I care about you.
Of how much I think you're amazing and handsome.
Of what I think we could become.
Of how much you make me happy and sad at the same time.
Of how much you make me so alive.
Of the butterfly riot that takes place in my stomach when you talk to me.
Of how much you make me worry and scared.

You have no idea.

KONY 2012

Kony 2012 is a film and campaign by Invisible Children that aims to make Joseph Kony famous, not to celebrate him, but to raise support for his arrest and set a precedent for international justice.

Please stay and watch.

Sights and sounds from Life.

Life, not cruising as smoothly as I'd like it too but it goes on.

Tough times don't last, tough people do.