pictures don't do you much justice when you're missing someone.

for me, i need something stronger(like how i would finish my drink and ask for something more stronger) to trigger my memory. like, say, a distinct scent on a tshirt or a recorded video , greeting foreigners in malay or chinese profanities with a welcoming tone and laughing hysterically at their polite reactions, with the camera focused on our enlightened faces. that would definitely do me better.

for the record: i DID sniff a little too much on his favourite tshirt until my make up smeared on it and we DID greet foreigners politely with profanities(i apologise. i don't hate you.but my country is a small country and at least, i have to give you a hint that you're taking all the goodness out of it), but we didn't record it. you should try it when you're feeling patriotic. even better, on National Day. =)

AND SO, the boyfriend went away to serve the country, again. reservist. tsk.

which girlfriend/wife/fiancee/sister/mum wants their beloved one to die, fighting frontline in a war?i couldn't care less if he was to appear in the next day news as a hero. sacrifice a day's victory for his life?no, thank you.

moving on.

my life has been a series of dysfunctions during the period of this one week.

1) my water heater ran out on me,2 days ago. and, with me suffering from severe morning stupidity, i just turned the tap on, only realizing 2 minutes after then shivered myself to death.
2) i missed a step while climbing down the ladder in my stockroom and fell flat on my ass and i think my backbone is now messed up. the doctor decided to give me 2 days medical leave.
3) i just hit my face hard against a bus handrail earlier this evening while alighting it, all thanks to the brilliant skills of the bus driver, coming to a sudden halt for god knows what.

its proven. i am accident prone.

so, with all the time i have in the world right now, i'm jotting down all the mental notes i have in my head to make my world a better place. firstly, with this list.

1) visit the favorite grandma i never had(boyfriend's), and make the best out of it.
2) and of course, grab her 2 of her favorite wooden-carved roosters(once, i get my pay). that should make her smile endless, which makes me happy.
3) take walks with my lovely fat cat, to help him overcome his fear of even stepping outside my house and other unknown humans.
4) hopefully, grabbing dad to accompany me to do something horrendous; piercing my tongue. which will revive his adventurous side(i'll be happy if he survived and heck,i'll be even happier he gets a tattoo at the end of the day, hypothetically speaking. i just want him to loosen up)then,having a quiet dinner with him.
5) grab mum and watch her getting her hair done. then, glam her up with a shopping session.
6) tumble around in bed, playing wrestling with my brothers.
7) treating boyfriend's mum to lunch and her favorite handbag.
9) getting my and boyfriend's family to have dinner together. with all those laughter and awkward times.
10) giving the boyfriend EVERYTHING he ever wanted.

a whole lot to start with, but it strikes a chord in me every time when these particular people in the list are happy. they are the only ones who are able to make me throw all my bills, my Twilight series, obsessions over robert pattinson, adam levine, jason mraz and troubles out the window with just a smile, across their faces. i love them.

i'm progressing slowly. i'm just starting at number 1.

for right now, i'm working on a bizarre short story to be placed on a section in my blog, hopefully soon enough. i'm laughing, thinking of the crazy plot that i came out with. just, what if? there's a possibility that it'll happened.

till my next entry... here are my random thoughts running wild.

just as predicted, Glenn Ong and Jamie Yeo call it quits(i still think Carrie Chong is waaay better), FHM should do a cover on our local anchorwomen,(there are attractive anchorwoman in Singapore, if you noticed) i hate you people who actually have Jason Mraz's concert tickets tugged safely inside envelopes and IF ONLY George Michael wasn't gay. he is so hot.

fin.