(see, it's a smiley face ^)
Went for my first 21st party ever, dear birthday girl is Amaris Chen : -)
The exciting hooha stuff happened at night, she reserved her dear afternoon for the few of us, simple girly affair.



Love the decor, all handmade!







We had a sushi making competition HAHAHA



Old school love, blowing balloons and eating ice sticks







It was a lovely afternoon, I was floating in happiness HAHA
So glad to have this time together before she zips off for so long so far !!







The simplest things with awesome friends just become amazing.

Blame it on the Asian culture of being expressionless, blame it on towering human pride.

There are times I wish I can pry my mind open and let my thoughts translate into words, that can hopefully add encourage to someone.

Hey Cousin, the divorce is through, it's alright and such a man isn't worthy of you.
Hey Aunt, you're a beautiful and strong woman, I hope you're not lonely.
...

Maybe these words will always remain
Unspoken.

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It's quarter four again, this weekend.
Completely lagging with blogging about what's been going on
*goes to reply emails obediently*
...

I don't think I'm a very ungrateful person.
I give thanks for goodness poured into my life quite frequently.
But I don't do so well when things fall short of the image my mind paints, or believes in.

The mirror, the real reflective one, and the Word, have been showing such an ugly image recently.

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Something irrelevant:
It seems that someone rather important living near me left recently, the blanket thingy stretched from Tree #1 to Tree #15. Yet the sounds of mahjong tiles bumping around echo through the night.
Wakes are really for the living, never the dead.
Please don't play mahjong at mine, maybe Wii or PS?

(photo taken with Korean iPhone App Pudding Camera. Try it!)

This morning we discovered the soldiers on Boss K's table decided to conquer Scotch Tape (it's the magic matte quality one btw). Maybe the office had a Toy Story night.

I love public holidays and their eves!

Tonight I stood in the bare auditorium reeking of old liquor and past wild nights.

Our voices went, bare and naked, stripped away of the melodious company of all the instruments that we are so used to having, and filled the stale air.

It was rough, but very real, like sincere hearts are.

That started Hope, and that brought us to this place.

Bareness and emptiness give way to endless possibilities and new stories.

Glad I am not just witnessing the sparkling new auditorium to come,

but have a chance to work my hands for a few bricks.

People always treasure what they work for more.