I love French ducks.

Puddle Of Muddle

Oh wow ! I'm... blogging !

Yes, this is just an excuse to escape the hell I have to face today.

Hell = No I'm not telling you.

Yes I am. (:

It really is an assignment.

And for once in my life, I don't have the drive to rush to complete my work.

Oh my insides are churning with anxiety obviously. Being a worrywart (quote two people I know who have not the slightest clue about each other's existence but who have resemblance) is in my nature, so I am worrying my bum off. But I am sick of working.

Honestly, I am.

And somebody needs to shake me real hard, tell me something that goes along the lines of, "Stop yelling at your brain for once. Matters are complex enough to be probed and poked at. Someone needs to hand you a golden platter of assurance, since you don't have any to live with. Ugh."

...Oh wait, I just told myself something along said lines.

I need a life. Go get me some. (:

I NEED TIME.

TIME for relaxing without the tireless, nagging guilt somewhere in the rear of my brain.

TIME to touch the piano after months.

TIME to add another piece to my songbook.

TIME to sit with my daddy during tea time without a book or file in hand.

TIME to sit with my mummy, sip hot milo and listen to good music.

TIME for typing out long e-mails to my sisters, instead of waiting for rare phone calls which hardly allow much to be exchanged.

TIME to lie down with mama and watch her hum to her favourite CDs as she flips through nyonya recipes.

TIME to call so many people I haven't seen or heard a wink from, and talk as if no lightning will strike.

TIME for getting to know myself better.

TIME to attend talks, functions, social events, musicals, exhibitions and see K.L, let alone the world.

TIME to blog. Properly. Without making empty promises to myself and the blog itself.

Period.

Sir Engelbert Humperdinck

"Legacy Of Love" World

Tour.

Mhmm, the opportunity of a lifetime, and I had it. Mmm.

As for now I would like to release some steam, for it is the norm for the current generation to pay no attention to the oldies; but what ticks me off more is the immaturity a handful possess. I think his name is unique, just as his one-of-a-kind voice is. So if you have anything nasty to say, please step out of my way. Respect; is all I ask for, pretty please?

With my fire subsiding, I smile at a flashback of him grooving on the stage just 4 hours ago and boy, was he grooving his way around! *charmed* Shall blog about how the performance went, after, I get some sleep. I am ever so grateful for the free tickets... Wow.

Thank you, daddy !

Oh, did you see the stars colliding?

*Drafted* 1st June 2010.

*Edited* 12th June 2010.

I will never ever ever let slip of the memories accumulated today, worthy of written history.

Isaac running late. He was 'Outrageously sorry!'

Detective work and Candles. Heaps and heaps of candles.

Pre-surprise. Birthday surprise.

Playing with candles; Isaac making snow out of wax.

Fish crackers; Hippie headbands.

Arrival of... everyone (:

Four amaaaazing cars tailing one another.

Squeezing into one lift. The humorous confusion of the lift buttons; travelling up, down, up, down.

Gaudy gloves !

CCTV in the room ! Scandal (;

Bracing ourselves for our very slippery destiny !

Clinging for dear life on the rails.

Discovering eight professionals (:

Forming lines and partners and feeling the weight of metal against ice.

Sore but exhilarated.

Tickets. Potatoes. Food fight. Donation for orphans.

Losing my 5 year-old possession.

Patrolling and scouting round for my lost item. To say they were incredible, is, by far, an understatement.

Sharing water.

Buying me a bottle of water in return... (:

Sitting on the floor.

Concern from every person present.

Car-hopping in the midst of traffic jam.

Flower.

Text from Isaac.

Unforgettable conversation on MSN.

Defining a special bond.

Shining just to show,

We Belong.