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Frankly speaking, he ain't that of a baby anymore when he weighs 10 kg right!?
ha.
they do grow so fast...
only says one thing:
spend every minute with them and make them smile while you can
while they still wanna cling onto you
while everything you say is the world to them...
kids...
sigh.
ny.


long overdue, but late is better than never
CNY this year, its always different when Jen's not around.
oh well, there is next year to look forward to!
ny.

Mellow and her old camera, tot we have some fun while going out for lunch
pretty neat effect
din't work then she tried to take at an angle where my boobs might look bigger...
amazing that's how fishes sees things...
ugly.
ha.
ny


Max my new dog... and me, look alike now.
welcome to the poodle world of curlies.
i'm not sure what came over me, but yea, i went to perm my hair.
well, at least we look like family.
Ha.
I'm beginning to really enjoy myself alot these days
long strolls, picnics in the park
tonnes of pictures to remind myself there are plenty of reasons to be happy
animals that makes me laugh like mad...
friends who are mad party people...
nice. :)
looking forward to most weekends now...
so many things to do.
feeling glad.
ny.


Craziest party I have ever gone to so far that has been nothing but fun.
Thanks mellow, for making it fun.
crab, you're a natural, dance more. :)
Mr Locke is boo's new found love.
He's really sweet, a real gentleman.
happy days for boo.
such a nice cat.i am, at the other end, gonna reunite all my cats.
happy day for all.
:)
ny.
Cold tea with faraway dreams
Unreachable by all means
Bitter taste yet a little sweet to tease
But little to my soul it pleased
Gloomy skies hung low above my head
Bring memories of dreams long dead
Can I see beyond the grey for that spark
With whom I danced, my heart stopped
With whom I threw myself into her arms
And experienced contentment, I was charmed
We danced . . . and danced . . . and danced
But I awoke with bitterness to my lips
A pinch of sourness in that kiss . . . flavored with sympathy
Such taste demanded of me reality
I sip my cold tea rather unwillingly.