concoction of my life

[ : Q i a : b e i : b e i : ]

writer of freedom of speech

Ponder & Scribble...
i say wat i feel,
i do wat i love.

Feel & Moods..
i laugh when i m happy
i cry when i m sad
i eat when i m hungry
i sleep when i m tired

a little bit of narcissism won't hurt, and vanity isn't a sin.
~Perfect with Imperfections~

[ :. Cherish .: ]

Family is my precious,
Friends are my treasures

Without them, i am nothing..

[ : Sweet or Salted : ]

Everyone's Fine
She's Out of My League
The Crazies
REC 2
Harry Potter 7
Easy A
Skyline
The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader
Meet The Parents: Little Fockers

[ .: Happy moments :. ]

walking in the RAIN

lazing in BED

eating ICE-CREAM from pints

pinching food with FINGERS

spending time with FAMILY

hanging out with FRIENDS

people WATCHING

reading MAGAZINES

STONING into the air

being a PRANKSTER

dipping HOTPOTS

reminiscing MEMORIES

LAUGHING out loud

TRAVELLING trips

LOVING myself

ENJOY life

a NEVERENDING list....

[ ::. a + D O R E .:: ]

accessories

bags

bikinis

doggies

fast cars

gadgets

lip balms

shades

shoes

suits

watches

[ :.: d - T E S T :.: ]

arrogant aseholes

blackstabbers

brats

hypocrites

liars

pretenders

snobs

sore losers

violence-ers

wastrels

[ .. pick one .. ]

a new luggage - customised

a limitless shopping plastic

altitude view of airport runways

travel-for-leisure trips

another simple+chic mobile

Iphone speakers + dock

mini lappie

[ .#. lounging .#. ]

SugarRush

BarcookBakery

1Caramel

CaneléPâtisserieChocolaterie

FlorPâtisserie

Cheers&Clinks

Phuture / WineBar / Zouk

Chill&Relax

Brotzeit

FireStation

HandleBar

MintCafe

Monday, March 08, 2010

i miss childhood days.. 11:50 AM

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up..

from snickerpoodle

0♥ in the cookie jar

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