looks familiar? its birkencrocs!! :)
these are shoes designed by birkenstock called birkies. come on, at least come out with something original!
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Archive for August, 2009
looks familiar? its birkencrocs!! :)
when we gave him a free rein of the digital camera, he began snapping pictures like there’s no tomorrow!
every time i begin typing out a sentence to commemorate our anniversary, i end up backspacing.
because, well, let’s face it, we’re not exactly the most romantic, lovey-dovey of couples. phooey.
yet, while we generally downplay displays of showy affection for each other, especially in public (you know the kind, like yeah yeah, we know you’re in lurrrve and have hot s*x every night, etc.), we are deeply rooted to the fact that we’re genuinely two pieces of a puzzle in the grand scheme of life, rightly fitted together, by sheer destiny and pure kismet.
okay, so maybe not as dramatic or poetic as that sounds – but you get the point. we’re just basically… meant to be.
not that everything fell into place without any effort. of course not. the rough patches are out there, for sure. sometimes we bump into them, most times we steer clear away from them, preferring the calm over the choppy.
but, i do count my blessings (in my own quiet way) to have found someone: whose hand fits into mine just nice; who ‘gets’ my oftentimes misunderstood sense of humour and twisted logic; who is rarely impatient with my mood swings that alternate between rambling rants and stony silence; who has never given me hell for my lack of domestic or culinary expertise; who gives counsel and advice for my doubts and misgivings – and if that fails, backs me up, within reason; who doesn’t flaunt or pass judgments and whose humility balances my vanity; who readily does the diaper duties and other disposable deeds when called upon to; who trusts me to be the mother of his children and the guardian of their moral compass; and many more points he isn’t aware of that i’ve accumulated of him over the years.
God knows i’ve failed in many of my wifely duties. is there hope yet?
well, admittedly, some things will be hard to change (like my entire disinterest in cooking!).
but hmm, as they say, i can always make it up in other ways. ;)
here’s to our sixth… and to many more zen years ahead, God willing.
can’t wait for fifa 10 to be out, looks good!
looks familiar? the idea for district 9 came from the above short film, same director, neill blomkamp, with less budget. can’t wait for the dvd! read more about him at www.chrisdiclerico.com
first of all, i apologise to the hundreds of girls (and guys?) who submitted their photos to the Studiofrost team in the hopes of getting a free makeover.
in any case, it was all good because we got to let them test us out like guinea pigs on your behalf, you know. it was hard work, okaaay.
and the end result?
check out our virgin bride vs sexy milf looks… :D
sexy milf was smokin’ hawt, even the virgin bride was tempted to go over to the dark side and pounce on her. thank god i was fasting. ha ha!
kudos to diah and nurul, for their vision and teamwork. am truly proud of friends who are talented, who take risks, who do what they are passionate about. and you can clearly tell that they really love what they’re doing, and they are absolutely blessed with people who believe in them. (and i’m saying this with all honesty, like i do with most things on this blog.)
so do support our young entrepreneurs, and if you want to have a crazy fun time with the StudioFrost team, email@example.com now!
who knows, you might even get to meet this adorable chick (who is ever-ready with her hand-on-hip pose – seriously!).
you know what she said when she saw esah posing? “sexy yah!” and you know who she pointed at when we asked her to choose between her aunty aan/nurul or esah? yup, “sexy yah!” won. lol.
great song by ben folds covered by the talented and jambu julia nuneshow i wish i can play the ukulele like she does :)
“Even if she’s no beauty, dear God pls give her a good brain.”
who would’ve thought that an off-the-cuff, half-baked thought, in the middle of the night, typed out in the haze of slumber, in the confines of a text bar for 140 characters, would spark such controversy.
the scene: mother nursing her baby girl who was falling asleep in the comfort of a suckled bosom, her lids drooping heavily, drifting away to dreamland, sweet and innocent, right down to her tiny toenails.
looking at her, her big round head and funny-looking hair (what we call “mad scientist hair”, especially when it’s all wiry with sweat), her little button nose (in malay, you’d call it “pesek” or flat) and her perpetually drooling lips, her barely there eyebrows and lashes – the mother swells with nothing short of pride that this little being in her arm is “JUST SO CUTE!” that she repeats it like a broken record every day to her husband for affirmation, and receives it with a nod of agreement and a fatherly grin each time.
coz let’s face it, in every parent’s (very) biased world, their child/ren ARE the cutest.
but rationale being a bitch, they know that to say it out loud often enough to anyone else would appear presumptuous to the point of obnoxious.
and well, we wouldn’t want THAT, would we, now?
so mother downplays it.
yeah, baby doesn’t have curly locks of hair. she doesn’t have fluttery doll-like lashes. her nose isn’t sharp, neither is her chin. she doesn’t have a dimple in her cheek. and so, through absolutely no fault on her part, she has little of the features associated with your quintessential beauty.
which is all well and fine, coz that’s all part of your DNA, baby. god knows mummy herself looked funny as a baby (with pictures to prove).
the thing that really matters, is that she is adorable to me, to no end. couldn’t you guess from the infinite number of photos and anecdotes streamed through our various platforms of communication?
but at this point, and mostly in the future, it is a mother’s utmost wish that this girl will worry little about the superficial, and hone her more worthy God-given faculty of the mind and intelligence, to make the right choices and decisions, to better herself and acquire everything she will ever need in life through that. as PCK would say, though in quite a different context, “use your blain!”
and all that, my friends, was what mother meant to convey, albeit pathetically, in a 140 character tweet. (yes, i over-think things, that’s my dysfunction. annoying as hell, i know.)
but if you even bothered reading between the lines in the first place, if you knew me well enough, as i would expect you, a non-stranger, to – you would never, EVER, for a moment think that i would intentionally ‘insult’ my child through a compressed one-liner to convey my innermost thoughts.
then again, i guess i never should’ve attempted in the first place, coz the fact that you think i’d even do such a thing, is an insult in itself.