Friday, May 29, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
SOULJA BOY SUCKS
ASIAN BOY IM NO NEGRO
I EAT RICE, I AM YELLOW.
I CANT RAP FOR SHIT BUT STILL
I CAMELTOE THAT HOE!
YOUUUUU!
YANK DAT CAMEL TOE NOW!
NOPE, you can't do it like me
HOE, So don't do it like me
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
ok lame lame.
Anyways ytd was my first time singing in a ktv pub? LOL
damn right nervous. i say eff my singing. hahahaha.
and not long after my song had finished, this wulu pandang english song
appeared, its definitely not ours so we carried on our celebration, and this guy was
singing so badly we cldnt be bothered as there were quite a few ah peks in the pub so we thot it would be one of them, we ignored it for awhile but i cld no longer help but to look for that fool as it became really drastically painful to my ears and its not really singing anymore hes practically reading in and out of tune. DAMNED. out of sudden i heard this "CB ITS U AH! IM LIKE SITTING NEXT TO U AND I DIDNT KNOW?" IT TURNED OUT TO BE MATTHEW? i had the hysterics of my life until my nipples fall off la? IT WASNT EVEN HIS SONG?!

again where the fuckem i? o i took this photo (:
totally missed my bearbeebean here :(
yeap, my uncle's back and im going into this hell hole again wish me luck biatch.
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

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by cocomi @ 9:47 AM

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

After reading this email i cried horribly, share this people:

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. I know how her heart could not bear to hear my last words now. I still carried her, my last one...this time with my wreatched heart.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

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by cocomi @ 4:36 AM

Monday, May 25, 2009

"He will change someday.."
4 years later..
.
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"Ive never understood love before and im done with."
"What should i do now?.."
"Where are all my friends? Should i look for them? Can we hang out like we used to?"
"There's a part of me they'll never know."
"Nainai.. Im sorry.."
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26/05/09
Now that you are happy and im alone i think we switched roles and that is okie. Never have i felt this lonely, i dont even remember how to complain or that i even have the right to complain to anyone. But im glad i'd passed this phase, im glad i did my part to show you my world, wad i do everyday, how bad my mom cooks and we still eat it everyday, how my sis, dad and i played games under one roof, how ledi sleeps and how i communicated with nainai in my half fucked cantonese. Its hard to get it all down but tonight i managed to straightened out some thoughts and i want to thank God for all that had happened. Because its wad made me today still standing, running and venturing life once again, i'll never let this slip pass through my fingers. YOU didnt make me wad i am today, i did and if u think ill want a boyfriend, think again. Am i that heartless to make them wait? No, i didnt. Am i heartless to push them away? Yes, i admit. I just wanna spend sometime alone with all my plans and mendings, for some reason this alarms me that im aging fast, but thats okie. My brain is old but my heart isnt. Who gives a flying rat's ass about image? Grow some hair! ^^

Right.
Ok sorry for the retardation quietness in here, im so elated that so many events had happened during this month, my frens are awesome and im sorry that our picnic has to be packed in subway format hahaha making our lunchboxes in this slutty weather just dont make any sense to me, will do a legitimate one in say september when the sun gets more chilled ok? Had a lengthy conversation with hwee and shan, it just gets better and better as we meet ^^ theres the shopping, and my bank goes screaming.. hahaha theres alot more but i just couldnt remember it hehe. Meeting the other bunch of ladies tmr :) THE HELL IS VALERIE? And thanks vanessa for bringing up this cry, bitch and moan cult which i have to embrace and share my problems with my keyboard instead of erasing them. :) peace suckuhs.


MY EYES!

U know how huge hellow kitty's face is? there on the bottom right.

IM BURNT UP, soaked in my own sweat but still smell like heaven HEHEHE.

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by cocomi @ 10:24 AM

Friday, May 15, 2009

<3.

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by cocomi @ 6:35 AM

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I ONLY WANT THE TRUTH SO TONIGHT WE DRINK TO YOUTH~~ I HAD TO DO IT, FITS THE PICTURE PERFECTLY! ^^

I DONT HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM, I DRINK, I FALL DOWN, NO PROBLEM.




mummy's day.
brio's.
bbq.
chalet.
bloodtubes.
volleyballed.
eight people in a car.
007 bang!
laybee's massage therapist.
truth or dare.
my virgin kiss... T_T
molested someone's butt for 40secs..
adrenaline rushed through my veins and a thousand apologies for drunk dialing people..
buiebuie.

i think someone peed without closing the toilet door and i went in. NOW, WTF?
MELANIE LOKE POH YUE, PLEASE FOAD.

LOOTED!

where the eff am i?! ok i took this photo.

cuties

how chic?

byebye.

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by cocomi @ 2:07 AM

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

HOW CAN I BLEED FOR 14 DAYS AND NOT DIE?





Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
anyway i still kept your birthday present for me till now u know
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
haha
Melanie Loke Poh Yue says:
huh which one..
Melanie Loke Poh Yue says:
i oso kept ur badge n the graffiti
Melanie Loke Poh Yue says:
precious memories
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
my badge?
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
what??
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
acs ah
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
i only got one thing from u what??
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
the testube..
Don says happy birthday to myself! haha says:
hai.. u must have given to alot of guys before.. til u forgot

my illegitimate ex-whateverucallthat, an intellectual artist, and computer genius. What am i?... pieceofshit, best bet biatch.




i can make you ice cream, we could be a sweet team, melting in your vice dreams
i can be the sauce you crave, i can spell what you cant say
chocolate flavor love theme, treat the treats you so mean
covering your nights and days, let me give you what youd like.
i can make your mouth run dry, drink me like a liquor
c'mon and dip your dipper, show me what you're here for, guy.
fantastic flavor fancies, thank you dougie goodies.

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by cocomi @ 7:09 PM

Saturday, May 02, 2009

heyor cronies, to those taking your exams, do your best and we can jive all night after that alright? it has been a productive week although flight's cancelled due to swine flu. damned. :( not worth to exchange my life for a shopping spree afterall. Am still looking forward to may :) some old photos and pls cut the fucking fats off ma leg. that feeling is creeping back in.. my heart is a whirlpool, erased from memories of those ive loved. later alligators.














i blew my brains out of ma head already, tell me.
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and thats for giving me mixed signals
hehehehehe.

what comes to your mind when you stand infront of the mirror and take a look at yourself? ive always asked myself. who am i really?

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by cocomi @ 7:13 AM