I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where “I” does not exist, nor “you,”
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda

If you’re following me on birdie, Twitter, you’d have noticed me hyping over my love for Fridays. Well it’s not quite to “party till the moon turns bright?” as Gene’d put it.

We picked up our Invites yesterday! I’m not sure why I didn’t roll over and hyperventilate there on the spot.. or when we got back home.. perhaps the news didn’t quick settle in quickly. O-M-G, am I getting s-l-o-w? I’ve been so frigging busy, and perhaps haven’t had time to sit and absorb the news just as yet.

LRB’s been keeping me busy, albeit the ‘botak’ site. I’ve got stuffs prepped for 2010, and can’t wait to start! On top of the prep for LRB, the blog’s been keeping me swamped, too. We’ve been getting lots of queries and proposals over the past few months, which is always gooood! I’ve had some real bizarre suggestions I’ve had to turn-down though. Nevertheless, they sure provide a good chuckle over a late night’s cuppa Java. Yep, we’re strange living creatures who slurp at Starbucks night after night. Speaking of Javas…

It’s always been good having a partner who shared the same preference with me over our choice of coffee joints. It’s however, been BAD ever since Starbucks popped up at Sembawang Shopping Centre. It’s been BAD-DER that there’s a FOC shuttle bus that picks us up, a stone throw away from our glorious room. Now, if that’s not bad enough... we’ve recently been stamping passports and crossing causeways to the Starbucks there!!

Oct-Nov has been crazy. I’ve been piled up with planning, you ought to see the sticky notes all over my room. What we need is a swanky new study!

And oh, guess what I met at Bengawan Solo today?

For only 80 cents, you get to own your very own Banana Puki.

In a survey by German broadband association Bitkom around 84 percent of respondents said they would rather do without their current partner or an automobile than forego their connection to the Web.

Why am I NOT surprised?

Machines are too cold and hard to cuddle with at night, IMO.

Come home, quick.

It’s been 33 hours. I can’t wait to touch you again!

On a separate note, why’s it so hard to find someone selling sahara roses here??? Might be cause I’m not chummy with any florist buddies.

I want saharas – from Ecuador, apparently.

“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.”

It’s tough being a woman. There’s all these stereotypical roles assigned to us, and we oh-so-often fall into the categories; whether we opt to, or not.

It’s tough dating a woman. We (most of us anyways) talk way too much. About things you have done with us, or never did for us. About the time you brought us flowers, or the years you spent not bringing.

And sometimes, we fail to see, or talk about the things you did for us. Like the time you entertained the god-awful people because they were our friends. We talk about the times you soiled our clothes, instead of the times we ripped yourself. Or burnt. Or stained.

We give you short choppy dialogue, so that you’d sound distant, not us. We then send you notes, and you’ll notice the things we didn’t say. Like the time you flew 6000 miles to see us cause we couldn’t get out of bed. Or the time you carried us, just so the new pair of heels wouldn’t bite. We wouldn’t say how good it felt that you stayed away just to ensure we had a peaceful sleep.

Sooo lil time!!

*hangs head in shame* =P

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz…. how about something for O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L-I-T-Y?

I’ve got a set of dual electric boob pump to review. Complete for 4 milk bottles, casing, carrier, and all. I’m SO tempted to try it on.

Now I just need boobymilk.

Remember how I said I feel sorry for short men? Well couple of weeks ago, my trusty friend from the NMS’s marketing told me that they’d be featuring a whole bunch of short chinese men real soon.

Now, how could I say no to that?! So last weekend, we dutifully trotted down to the NMS.

I think short men aren’t any different from the rest, but a chuckle or two did slip outta my mouth when I heard a chinese lady sharing some crude secret/jokes about short chinese men. Heh!

This is how Sundays always start for us.

My favourite shot among the many we took from the NMS last Sunday.

My September’s Indulgence: Melted Marshmallow Delights

Sempang, Sembawang?

Drink too much Coke, and you become a Birdie.

Free movie screen at NMS. Must watch. Sappy malay duets being sung, and then suddenly got war.

Kesavan. Seems he was hot-stuffs back then with his Mamak mustache.

IKEA

Do you find him shaking his head in disgust (too), everytime you say that word?

There’s a point in life when you get tired of chasing people and trying to fix everything, but it’s not giving up. It’s realizing that you don’t need certain people and their  crap.

And by that, I don’t mean those standing about 1.65m, etc.. I refer to those teetering close towards the midgets’ margin. Least when your a girl, you’re called a walking-you-know-what. As for the men…

They’ve got to resort to wearing tee’s like this. Ouch!!