A level is worse than a monster.
it devours every of your mental being
and leaves not even your bones.
that was how my week went.
vexed, tensed, tired.
when i feel like i have fallen into an abyss,
i had someone who knew the words to say
and fetched me up.
and he made this weekend the
reward of the week.

the worse nightmare may come,
but you would still hug me and say
baby it'll be alright.

o n e a n d a h a l f y e a r s

of laughter
of anger
of sorrow
but most of all of love.

i want to remember today
our very happy 18th, foodie 18th.
cafe cartel dinner,
ice cream feast,
bk supper.

one and a half years and it still
feels just as sweet.
i know it cos i felt it today
like how it felt last april.

baby i love you.
thankyou for being mine.

our small little conversation:
joy: you,re greedy
kenn: if im greedy then i'll have you and alot alot
joy: -.-
kenn: alot is your nickname
joy: @#$%%^^&&**!!!

browsing through some photos in the phone
at 1am while sweetheart's sleeping in camp.
nothing much abt this but just thought he
looks sweet.

when i look at the photo with the girl beside you,
i cannot stop smiling tonight.

i think you could tell that i'm missing you.
goodnight my dear.

no matter how fierce we get,
the fiercest of quarrels,
HE still brings us back together.

i've never miss spending time with you 

more than now.

i hope, so much, that they would return

you to me soon.

the 18 more months would pass faster than we know,

and you're all mine, my love. 

i don't know how far they would agree
that here is only a shelter
void of comfort and love
only with occasional touch of humor
confined to the room with 4 bunks
and out there
the quiet war between the unforgiving
and the prideful
with the poor mediator

heaven is a better home

i hate ns.
i hate how they take you away from me.
i hate this.
F.

you are just the one
the very special one
i call mine
near perfection
at the very least
in my eyes


today, joy is
to get on your back
and played by the traffic light.

If

if i could get into a drunken stupor state,
and not give a heck about anything.
the next moment,
silently what you've been hoping for.
there'll be no next morning,
no hangover.
that then, had be the end of everything.

sis: why did the computer catch a cold?
me: it caught a virus. aye, that was a pretty easy one.
sis: that's why it's for you.
me: !

my sis is not funny enough to come up with this herself,
but funny enough to make me laugh at the joke and myself.
well well, no one beats my baby at making me laugh
and ALL the time they're original, not taken from a book.
even noises that comes from baby are just as amusing.
i have to say, most of you is the U L T I M A T E.