the wonders of retail therapy

Today was such a beautiful day. the weather cool, the clouds calm, the breeze flowing against my face...everything was perfect. wat better way to rejoice in it than by retail teraphying with my new-found best shopping buddy, Vee??? went to chadstone (first time in my life, i'm deprived, i noe). have shopped for any clothes since last june (deprived, i noe). so when i reachd the shopping centre, i jus couldnt help gleaming! ahhhhhh..i wanna go again. Thanks to vee, i've stopped gg to shopes like country rd, esprit, fcuk and all those capitalistic-based over-priced shops. MAN!!! nv tot i'd have bought so much with spending jus under $200.!!!

hello leng lui...can i be ur fren?


EH, WAT???? u talking to me ah?


Wah!!! so fierce...


ok la...i'll try to be nice


(dun u jus love this pic? cant help laughing everytime i look at it)

yea yea...we were cam-whoring for a bit too (come on!! who doesnt?) tt was when we were at Nandos...my virgin experience (yea yea...i'm one poor deprived child, i noe!) gotta admit. the lemon herb chicken was pretty well marinated. i was expecting lousy chips and badly defrosted chicken, but was pleasantly surprised. anyway...these are the catch of the day


new shirt...new sweater... new scarf


vee chose the colour of the dark blue shirt, argued over the white one...

argued over the yellow one (we argued alot..heh heh), the long sleeve was a handsdown. unanimous decision!!!

was convinced to get a size 28 (WTH!!!!!) i'm usually a size 30, but 28 did fit me better though.

And of cos, at the end of the day, MORE cam-whoring in the bus...






tt ended a really fantastic day. of cos, next came OCF meeting at the Cross Culture COC convention talk. Micheal Raither is by far the best theological speaker i've heard in my life. sermons are very sound (ppl close to me know how conservative and discerning whenever i hear new speakers speak.) he spoke last sunday and was in awe of his loyalty to the bible. so was definitely lookikng forward to it again today and was not disappointed. will be gg for his talk bout this best-seller book he wrote tml and of cos both his sermons at 1115am and 6pm on sunday. so, it's really gonna be a good weekend ahead. choir prac tml as well as Amabel's 2nd Bdae (the non-surprise one) at nite. ahH!!!! been blessed with such wonderfully diversed frens this yr. Lord has been really good since i decided tt my old ways had to change. kkz then. havent put so much effort into my blog for ages...hope this keeps u guys happy (for the time being..heh heh)

Woohoo!!!
cal le buckaroo

ps: Mandi, sorry...our planned shopping trip would have to wait then. heh heh. we'll definitely do it when u come to SG during the winter yea???

save the last dance...

Sometimes i wonder if everything is in my own hands
Lord, what have u in store for me, to dance or not to dance?
The disappointments in life are sometimes hard to bear
When expectations that are met are either over there, or NOWHERE!
Am I able to improve with what I have now?
Am i able to try?
Or should I care not a heck, and continue living this lie?
The encouragements I have received are far and beyond,
But when it came to when it mattered, they were all gone.
I kinda wish the souls around me were better with ears,
Many times i've stoned in bed, laying bare my tears.
But who ever hears, and who ever notices?
The nostalgic bonds i have made from last year,
Some are now stale, a number now in SHATTERS!
OH WHY! Why this change in me this year?
My stronger PASSION for dance doesnt seem to bring me closer.
Could it be genre? Could it be style?
And also, have I been dancing awfully all this while?
The question remains on where my heart lies:

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one, who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give.
And it's the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live...

And as I end of these poetic lines,
A tear trickles from my eye.
Guide me Lord, oh Guide me
To dance or not to dance...

sigh...
cal le buckaroo...