fie-guratively speaking

Intermingled with summer sunshine and put-a-smile-on-my-face moments.

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Leave me to revel in this content

From two very heavy doses of flu/fever pills.

I like being high and dazed on drugs.

It’s a very nice…

Feeling.

Would you care to join me on

My little cloud?

The fog cleared, dissipated by the rays of the Sun.

And she slept.

Unperturbed.

Undisturbed.

Take my hand and walk.

To Derrick, Len and Nana: Hooray for days of yesteryear, three-way msn converstaions, huge Pajero’s, cool ‘black babies’ and stories of our lives.

Since Operasi Mem-persuade-kan didn’t work, let’s make sure Project Meet-in-Melbourne-No-Matter-Where-We-Are 2006 does. Big Guy, you start this one off. Remember the plan. Flight Manchester-UK to Melbourne to Adelaide to Perth.

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I guess we can’t help being all over the globe.

But it’s lovely to know that despite this, we can pick up where we left off, as if we never even left college days.

Last night, something within me died.

And all I could do was cry.

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Me debo ir o que darme -The Clash-

Yesterday, over ice lemon tea, milo and coconuts, I renewed childhood ties.

To Stephen ‘lau pek’ and Ben the bei.

Here’s to fools and midnight philosophies, car seat adjustable sub woofers and yes, friendship.

You have one cool car, mate.

I’m on a fresh coconut rampage.

Thanks to the Kapten who very nicely bought me my kelapa muda last night, and laced the drinking experience with silly “You know why not much flesh?” comments.

*Stefie raises her coconut in salute*

I think I might be going through a phase.

:)

Little Jack in Meet The Fockers is beyond a shadow of a doubt,annoyingly annoying.

You know you’ve worked too much at the juice bar when your dreams entail concocting pig knuckle and muesli juice.

Well, at least there are still elements of health in that one.

Sitting at Starbucks in big comfy chairs, unloading mental and emotional baggages with a dear friend.

First class therapy.

And you don’t have to fork out a cent.

(Except maybe for the lattes).

There is a massive build-up in my mind’s highway. Too many thoughts parked bumper to bumper with no sign of movement. Too many irrate synapse drivers with an overload of yet-to-be-deciphered information.

I’m tired of not knowing what do, think, feel.

I want answers and I want them now.

Is that too much to ask for?

I’m off to blend some smoothies,
At the wonderful JuiceWorks bar.

(Sung to the tune of ‘The Wonderful Wizard of Oz’)

Yep, thanks to good connections, I am now working three times a week for two weeks at JuiceWorks (ground floor at The Curve). First day on the job was fun, save for the fact that I had to constantly restrain myself from popping the oh-so-conveniently chopped fruits into my mouth. So yeap, guys, do stop by. Won’t be able to get you huge discounts, but I think I can manage to add in extra berries and the like ;P

On another note, welcome to the world of non-teens Adrian! Yes, I know you have finally reached twenty, but I am STILL nonetheless older, albeit by only four months. And the ‘muscle tee’ was ummm… very becoming. *grimace* Pictures on JV’s blog

I’ve never had so much fun drinking black and white Martini’s, fighting over Belgian chocolate, taking “not hapPy ah?” lessons, writing on scraps of tissue paper and playing Boggle with a bunch of overgrown children in an uber cool apartment.

PB, did you get egg splatters and graffiti on your front door today?