Randomnya, I can see fireworks from where I'm sitting now. What is 1-Utama up to?

The match doesn't start till 1 hour and 20 minutes from now. Did I tell you that so far all my predictions have been correct? Like, Argentina being beaten and Portugal getting their ass whupped? And I don't even watch the matches?

So just maybe, Italy will beat France. Just because I think they will. Haha.

Oh yes, I'm home. :) Will blog about Singapore and JB tomorrow!

(Links to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4)

He shifts about uncomfortably in his chair. You sink back in yours, tired of keeping it all in you. There is only so long that you can keep summoning the strength to keep offering him hugs and extending your sympathy that she had gotten over him. Maybe this is a bout of selfishness, but somehow, you know that it's time for you to stop being Mother Theresa about this. Why should it be you dealing with this by yourself? He's the one causing this!

No, you correct yourself. He isn't causing this. If he somehow knew how much hurt, anger, tears you have endured for this long... yes, he would've walked away. Maybe that's the easier route for both of you.

As if automatically, the walls of the dam break. One tear falls, and another quickly follows. He quickly gets up to retrieve some serviettes from the cafe counter and as he put one in your hand, you push back your chair. You're not ready to embarass yourself further; a few people are already staring rudely. But he grabs hold of your arm. You look intently at the floor, hoping that somehow, you could pull a David Copperfield and disappear into the cold night air.

"Please, let go. Stop tormenting me... I just knew this was going to happen."

"But you haven't heard my side of the story yet!"

You snatch your arm back, still refusing to look at him. The overwhelming anger at the unfairness of it all threatens to choke you. Haven't you suffered enough all this while? Couldn't he just leave you to salvage the vestiges of your pride and let you walk away for the last time?

"What is there to hear? You love her!"

"No, I don't!"

Your head finally snaps up and you look him in the eyes. There's something in his eyes... what is it? Feeling is coming back in your numb fingers and a weird sense of warmth washes over you; you realise you do recognise what you've seen in those dark swirling chocolate eyes of his... it's truthfulness. Now it seems as though you've been told that everything you've believed in has been false, and even possibly for the better. There's a flash of optimism which you mentally wave away immediately. It's... not possible. You fall back into your chair, suddenly exhausted.

"You... don't love her?"

He stares at you quietly and confused, as if wondering how you could not have known it. A part of you finally registers that he hasn't mentioned her name for the past week. Had you been that swallowed into that pit of anxiety that you hadn't noticed that major omission? He sighs, and takes a deep breath.

"Last week, I finally realised that I was being stupid... If we were meant for each other, we would've been back together as soon as we had broken up. Or maybe we wouldn't even have broken up in the first place. Whatever it is... she's left the picture for so long. I just found it so hard to believe that there was anything wrong with us, but it's become blindingly obvious now. Wonder why I didn't see it before."

He lets out a hollow laugh as he looks at me, as if inviting me to laugh. But no part of me feels like laughing. Really, more tears are itching to escape. He stops, sensing my sadness, and clears his throat.

"There wasn't any common ground between us. When we were together, there were so many awkward silences that often, I know there was such an unspoken gratitude for interruptions... anything to keep something happening. We never even really liked each other to begin with."

He reaches across the table and takes your hand, and you can only stare at the union that you've dreamt of for so long, resisting the temptation to pinch yourself. Hard.

"I'm sorry for making you wait for so long... I wasn't sure if I was imagining things between me and you, whether I was making you my rebound, which I definitely did not want to happen.. But I really am completely sure now.

One smile, and his whole face seems to brighten up. It's been so long since you've seen him smile that you're tempted to smile along, but you still aren't sure what this all means. Does this mean that he actually has feelings for you?

"That's my side of story. Wish it hadn't taken us so long to work this out. We've wasted so much time!"

Oh, that smile, those words... Were they really for you? And suddenly, before you realise what is going on, his soft lips caress your cheek. Your eyes widen in shock and... did your heart stop just then? There's a soft encouraging smile on that beautiful face of his and slowly, you return his smile. This time, you really do pinch yourself on the arm. Damn, it hurts! You wince, and then you laugh at his confused look, and he breaks into another smile again that makes you melt.

As he comes closer and you touch him gently on his cheek, as eyes momentarily close to allow lips to make contact... yes, you're definitely sure it's real...

Why the hell would you name your shop SM Jewellery? Even if it was S & M? :P I can't be the only one who thinks that's absolutely WRONG!

Off to JB later and Singapore tomorrow night. Strictly family time. Here I come, Orchard Road! :)

Because all I've been listening to lately isn't more of the type that would subscribe as music for the soul (think Shakira's Hips Don't Lie), I don't know any new music that would be suitable under this category. So, let's rewind a little.

Grammy award winner Alicia Keys hasn't released a new album since... well, it's been too long. :) Her strong vocals and the rhythm of her songs make listening to her so enjoyable. So here, I recommend 'The Diary of Alicia Keys' to you.

My favourite tracks:

You Don't Know My Name
If I Ain't Got You (you might be able to search online for the duet with Usher)
Diary, feat Tony! Toni! Tone!
Wake Up
When You Really Love Someone

Now, onto what you should read, I'm linking Wanster's Started So Soon, Ended Even Sooner. I read this one at the uni library and before I knew it, I was crying. I always love honest pieces about emotions, scattered or organised, so I hope you like it too.

Listen. Read. Enjoy. :)

Got struck down with girly sickness yesterday. I pretty much passed out in the bathroom from the pain. I think I gave Trinity quite a scare, lol. One minute I was lying on the floor in absolute agony wanting to strangle Eve, the next minute I wake up and the pain has disappeared. I could've drank from the toilet bowl to thank the inventors of Panadols.

No, I didn't. :P That statistic about women being able to live longer than men had better be true, after all we have to go through! Hehe..

I'm trying to finish up Fall, Part 5 (the other parts are linked on my side panel). It's actually quite hard writing this part 'cause I can't relate to it as much as I could with the other parts. In other words, it doesn't sound very sincere. I wish I could somehow say that I'm lucky enough to have been in her shoes, but I haven't. :) Nevertheless, when I finish it, I hope you guys will like it.

My hair is now super messy. The picture I've posted up was the result of a proper wash and blow-dry, so obviously that has now evaporated to nothing. A small part of me reckons I look like Minishorts; I honestly don't know what to make of that. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad thing to look like her. On the contrary. :) When I next post up photos, let me know what you think!

Heh, you might've noticed that the hair poll's closed. Thanks for all the votes! I finally went for a haircut today. We searched around SS2 for that promo my mom spotted ages ago and it was at Kimarie. From the poll, you guys voted for me to either leave my hair as it is or trim it. I couldn't leave it cause my hair was unmanageable and trimming wasn't the deal cause I'm not gonna get it cut for another year. Since my brother decided I needed a drastic change, layers it is. Trinity accompanied me throughout the entire 'ordeal'.


It was a bit disturbing seeing my long, long hair fall to the floor after facing the scissors' wrath, but that doesn't change the fact that the stylist was super ker-youtttttt! ;)


We were laughing because he guessed that I'm 20. I thought the haircut would make me look MY AGE but it just made me look older. It doesn't help that one of my brother's friends guessed that I'm 21 last night. =.= X 99999.


So this is the final result. The layers are very strongly defined and my fringe isn't too short, as I had requested. My hair is normally wavy but it was blow-dryed; that's why it's poker straight. It cost me RM18 for the cut, wash, and blow-dry, which is very well worth it!


Thanks to Trinity for her advice! :) She might be getting hers cut tomorrow. Maybe the super ker-youtttt stylist will be there tomorrow too. ;)

As promised, photos from the makeover. :) I can tell you now that it was free in conjunction with Mid Valley's Beauty Week and my mom splurging on Lancome. Hehe. Heh, obvious differences in quality of the pictures. For the sake of all the photography-holics out there, one was the Sony Cybershot U-10 that is from eons ago, hand-me-down from the older brother, and the other is the Olympus Micro 810, 8.0 megapixels, newly bought by my dad due to my sister dropping the Nikon.

Excuse this fit of narcissism. :)



I've rather perfected the deer in the headlights look.



The ear-rings are Mom's from a Singaporean store, and the top is from Salabianca. Yes, polka dots are in.



I think my brother was testing the camera in the car.



Yeah, this brother. The younger one.

Whaddya think? Asian Marilyn Monroe or what? Though I'll obviously never be as gorgeous as she was! I didn't go there, meaning to emerge looking like her; I think the polka dots started the look, lol. The makeup was awesome. It helps that the artist was super cute, hellooooo. ;) Too bad I'm too shy to sms him, haha. My hair wasn't done to my liking. I wanted something wavy and he just gave me baby curls. That really did me in for the Marilyn Monroe look.

If you had seen me in Mid Valley/KLCC on Friday, sorry if I scared you, hehe.