Day 8 - Your Favorite Internet Friend

Lei Mohanachandran

She's back. :D Out of the computer screen, straight into real time.

BUT how come I saw more of her when she was on another continent?

I miss her.

Yes, she's back and I miss her.

You asked, remember?

For the good times.

xxx

ily

Day 7 - Your Ex Boyfriend.

I have ex boyfriends and hardly I can't find anything about them that is relevant today.

We had, we had it good and then it was over.

Should I rant about how I don't get how someone can be part of your everyday and mean the whole world to you today and the very two people become complete strangers the next day?

Or ...

Should I tell you about my ex -boyfriend and how every single time someone hears we're not seeing each other anymore they squeal "oh great! what the hell were you thinking anyway?" Which is consequently followed by a sigh of relief and "Don't worry, you can definitely do better."

Definitely.

I guess that is all I got out of them. A knowing that I could do better. Much better.

xx

Day 6 - A Stranger.

OOooH, Another Post the Next Day?

Ah, yes, Bored eyh?

I'm here to tell you about a stranger.

"A person whom one does not know; a person who is neither a friend nor an acquaintance."

- definition of 'Stranger' according to Wiktionary

Coming back to the definition, yes she is a person I did not know (not really anyway) and yes, she's neither my friend nor is she my acquaintance.

The truth is I've know this person my whole life.

So if I knew her my whole life then how was it that she was still a stranger?

Well, simply put, there would be days I would be thoroughly convinced I knew her and out of nowhere, she would make a decision and i'd be, "Whoa, hold up, who are you?

The truth is, she has most people fooled. Most people think they know who she is but in reality only a few do. A very select few. Yes, I am one of them, if that's a good or bad thing I've yet to find out.

I would like to claim that I knew her better than anyone in the world, however, many times I have stood corrected. There are people who know her better than she knows herself. Two of them in particular, and for this reason alone she loved them both. A little more than she loves herself, and that's not such a good thing is it?

I call her a stranger because she is no longer the person I knew while I was growing up. That girl was a dreamer, she had a brighter view on life, she loved fearlessly and fiercely. She had principles and she stood by them. Now, ... she's confused. The trials she has faced and is facing has made a little bitter, a little numb and a little angry.

Now, if only somebody would be kind enough to remind her of the girl she used to be and the woman she aspired to be, then she wouldn't be a stranger anymore.

Or since we never really are the people we were when we were growing up and not many of us actually turn out the way we hoped, maybe I could just learn to get to know her again.

Would you like to get to know me again?

Day 5 - Your Favorite Quote

So I've put off writing here, I blame Tumblr. (:

I'm not going to write my favorite quote but more like whom most of my favorite quotes come from.

The very lovely and absolutely gorgeous Marily Monroe.

"If you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything"

"If you're going to be two-faced at least make one of them pretty"

"It's better to be unhappy alone than to be unhappy with someone."

"Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world."

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes., I'm out of control and sometimes hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely riduculous than to be absolutely boring."

"I am good but not an angel. I do sin but I'm not the devil. I'm just a small girl in a big world trying to find somebody to love."

"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space."

Yes, it does seem to me like she lived her life like a candle in the wind. Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. I would have loved to have known you but I wasn't even a kid. Your candle burnt out long before, ...

Your legend never will.

xxx

Day 4 - Your Closest Relative

Jean Marie Ambrose

I steal from Facebook.

My closest relative, geographically and emotionally. Sometimes physically too. Ooops

did I say that out loud?

Fondly known as Chappa, Jean is the closest person I have resembling an elder sister and if I continue to write about in this tone, she'd be rolling her eyes.

She's got character and style. Her strength in facing the trials that she's faced is exemplary and really makes me think, really what are you complaining about?

We have A LOT of things in common ...

Like Sexy Musicians (:

Starbucks

Chocolate

Starbucks

Vindaloo

Starbucks

Mutton

& did I mention Starbucks?

She's soft but rough around the edges.

Yes, I'm referring to her bum :P

She never lets me forget that no matter what happens she's already seen me naked & will proudly tell anyone (regardless if they cared) that we used to have baths together. Yes, proudly.

She's one of the funniest people I know. Her knack for saying the wittiest things at the exact moment lend to her already charming ways.

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She has dream and ambition and I wish she knew how proud & inspired I am by the fact that she's already making her way there.

This post is dedicated to the person who's journeyed with me through much of what is right and equally through what is wrong.

Whose main concern is not whether I'm doing something acceptable but whether I'm happy.

Hello Bali.

The person who's introduced me to some amazing people.

ahKimah

The girl who loves balloons

New Year's Eve 2009

My Chappa. :)

Mal's Birthday @ Thank God It's Friday

xxx

Love You.

Day 3 - My Parents.

Alphonsa Andrew & Gerard Errol de Cruz.
My Parents.
If I say anything more, I will either have to lie or bore you with painful truths.
You're not ready for either.

Nah, I'm kidding.

They're awesome.
Really.
:)

xxx

The Thief.

Did I ever tell you about my encounter with a thief?

It happened two years ago on a Saturday night. I walked into a crowded restaurant located somewhere in the heart of town, greeted by noise. The place was crowded and the high & emotions floating in the air made it a lot harder to steer through the crowd. I found my place at the corner of the bar still trying to see what was going on, to no avail. I weaved thru panic striken individuals to the centre of the room and saw him, dressed all in black. The thief.
He stood there, unfazed by the sea of people who stood before him, axe in his hand. With every move and strike of the axe he threatened them. Not realizing I was staring hard at him, I raised my eyes and was met by his gaze. Now, even I was in a state of panic - immobilised, frozen in one spot. Afraid to move, I stood transfixed in that position until the ruckus had stopped. When the ruckus stopped - we "awoke". Coming out of our trance-like state we continued with our business like nothing had happened, not understanding what had just taken place. He moved silently out of the room, and left the place. As far as I can recall, he managed to get away with one thing that night. Though no one else saw, that night he left with my heart.