No. 18

Number eighteen… While I’m stranded in camp and my girl is having her beauty sleep. Never mind, we’ll make it up for it when I book out. We’ll got L-hunting!!!(try figuring it out what it is :D)

Its been wonderful all these time and lets carry it on into the future. Cruise on SECOND year!

I love you loads baby!

xoxo xoxo,
xo-boy 😀

PS. it was a sweet post, thank you baby.

Aged

Aged like a vintage wine, but not much traits of a wine. Maybe more mature, but definitely not flavourful.(laughs)

Hitting 21 is like a being a Sim, that little time bar blinks and the icon changes, but nothing else really changes much, other than personal aspirations. If I were a Sim, I’d be really fun to play with(i’m positive on that).

Anyway, I had a wonderful celebration with my family, girlfriend and close friends on different days seperately. It was heart-warming and there isn’t any other way I would like to spend it.

I’m no longer a teen, and so I should stop acting like one. That’s a good mindset to kick-off this journey. 🙂

Trivia

I am a really fussy eater.

No drum stick, no tempura, no carrots, peas, cabbage, lettuce. What else?

Trivia

I used to be a left hander when I was in kindergarten, till my teacher forced me to use my right hand.

Count Down

Birthday’s a month away from today. Somehow i’m not very excited bout it. Maybe its cos of the mounting.

The next chapter of life is coming and I’m gonna be dwelling in it for years to come. It marks the end of my years as an infant, a toddler and a teenager. Thinking back, I’ve never had a very fortunate life. It was simple but colourful in its own little ways. I never had a mountain of toy figurines to play with, only a heap of passed down Lego. Clothes were from friends who have outgrown theirs. But despite all these, I never really grumbled, other than a few occasions. I had my siblings to play with, a nice home, nice friends, it was simple.

Going into adulthood, I guess everything will be kept the same. No many how many pairs of Y-3 I will own in the future, how rich I might be, how hot my girl is gonna be, it’s still gonna be simple but colourful in it’s own little ways.
I won’t be expecting any extravagant presents, and neither will I draw up a wish-list. Whatever my friends get for me, i’ll like it for sure.

The countdown has just begun, it’s all a game of patience now.

Imagination

I love my imagination, but at times I hate it.

Incredible landscapes and sceneries fill the world, with people having an impeccable sartorial sense. Everyone’s happy and there’s a warm fuzzy feeling in the air. Sure any person out there can have this world in their head, but everybody’s little bubble is unique.

At night, my head just can’t stop freaking me out. Am I afraid of the dark? Till now, I still am. Picture this, you’re in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, revelling the sparkle of your little pearlies, you bend down to spit out the spew, wash your mouth, and stoop back up to admire your teeth again. You see a girl, pale, in a crimson red dress whose gaze is so deep it stares straight into your soul. You turn around immediately and there’s no girl, only the tiles on the toilet wall. Goosebumps?

Well that’s just me at night. Whenever I’m about to make a turn into a dark corner, my brain is telling me you’re gonna see Chucky. When I switch off the lights in the house when I’m about to sleep, my brain is buzzing around with wild ideas that till now I haven’t manage to control. At times I love it, but not always.

At the end of the day, my imagination seems to be a twisted logic?

Wee Wee

Wee hour duties make a man go crazy. His brain is functioning on borrowed time which can never be repaid. He ends up hallucinating while drowsiness creeps in. He’s starting to float around like misguided ghosts.

Am i intoxicated? Am I on narcotics?
I’m just merely deprived of precious sleep

No. 15

No. 15 babe!

I’m glad to have dinner with you today, albeit it wasn’t a very worthwhile one. But its the company that matters at the end of the day. I love you loads baby, can’t wait for many more to come. 🙂

xoxo
Your Babe

Slowmo

On duty during wee hours once again. Time can be such a bitch. At times, it would zip by in a blink of an eye, on the flipside, snails crawl faster than it travels.

I’m not really spending my time properly, other than doing lots of reading on photography and blog hopping photoblogs.

I wanna go home and sleep..

Stuck

I’m stuck in camp for the weekends once again. Duty proper hasn’t started yet, so its wtf. Looks like I’m gonna miss this weekend’s crab feast, courtesy of Jason. Boohoo.

I’ll miss you these few days darling.