get out, and stay out

will you get off your moral high horse already? stop trying to get everyone to see things your way.
no point quoting books, or making references. what you read, isn't always what you get. reality is a strange thing, and so is religion. we're all entitled to our own beliefs. you telling me if i don't follow the bible i get condemned? u telling me i have to believe in this because i'm baptized? i don't disagree in believing in something. i don't believe we should compromise our beliefs. but c'mon, u don't want others to impose things on you right? then why stoop so low as to judge?

i'm sick of the insults, of the hurts you've caused. i'm tired of it all. just get out. just stay out.

sad to say, it's really come down to this. but it has. i'm tired tired tired.

just stay . away.

The sweetest things in life are free . (Thank you, baba)

Priceless.

The world is a strange place today. People put value on everything, on friendships, on relationships, and despite so many saying that "money isn't anything", truth be told that wealth does act as a key access to many areas in life. Sad but true. However, cliche as this may sound, there is one thing that money can't buy. Something that is intangible, something that is truly priceless. The everlasting sweet memory of the simplest deed done for you, and only you, at practically no cost at all. Except for another person's time, sweat and effort.

And that, my friends, is worth more than all the millions in the world.

Why my sudden lashing out at materialism? This year marks (or marked, rather) my turning a Quarter of a Century. Ok, so those of you out there above this 25-year mark may think I'm simply blowing this whole aging process a tad out of proportion, but I beg to differ. For me, I've said this too many times before and I'll say it again - I'm a gust of wind. A seasonal breeze that may blow hot or cold, depending entirely on my mood and given situation. Anyway, this year I turn 25, and it's the second year I'm spending it with my sweet V.T. And what a celebration it was. Not only was this my Q.C, but it was also our 1st Year Anniversary. One whole long year together, and it's been a marvellous one year, with so many beautiful memories etched into my memory for this lifetime and next.


We celebrated my birthday on the 5th April (on a Saturday this year, how convenient) by meeting in the evening for a splendid dinner at Keyaki Restaurant at Pan Pacific. Loving my Japanese with a pet weakness for yakitori skewers, I ordered up a storm and was pleasantly surprised when this place actually had the ox tongue I've been so desperately craving.

We finished up in time to head over to the Singapore Flyer to get a bird's eye view of Singapore and despite much criticisms about the Flyer, I must say I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. Amidst the hustle and bustle of speeding cars and bright lights, we stood, 165m elevated above ground level and time stood still. Everything went on a pause, and nothing seem to be bothering me at that point. She continued to maintain a level of secrecy about this enormous paper bag she was carried and adamantly refused to let me peek in to see the contents hiding within. We went to this quirky teahouse in Chinatown (by chance I might add) called Global Sounds and had some pots of tea while waiting for the clock to strike 12.

Midnight fell upon us, and she asked me to close my eyes which I promptly did. When I opened them, there was a sight that I'll never forget, and my silly eyes welled up with heavy tears of emotion. See below picture as words cannot describe the happiness I felt that night.


This was my night and it was dedicated to me. Thank you baba, for the magical spell you've woven me this one year and for continuing to light up each day with the mere thought of you.

Aloha from Andaman Coffee Co.

It's Liz here, am sitting in Andaman Coffee Co. at Karon Beach and it's the end of our third day here. Val's bought 2 drinks for us - Andaman Freeze and an Ice Latte, so I get to use the Net for a bit. But for like 15 mins, and this (Phuket) still being a pretty developing place, the ADSL is a tad slow.

But no matter, this isn't a serious post. It's quite unreal to actually be sitting here and typing a blog post. :) We had a great dinner too. At Vittaporn "Authentic" Thai Restaurant along Karon Beach. I quite like Karon beach, the crowd's a lot more tame and decent as compared to the rowdy scene in Patong. Of cos heavy party animals may not like the breathe-easy laidback feel over here, but hey, I needed to get away from bloody Singapore so badly cos of it's fussy crowds, so I'm definitely not one to complain.

Anyway, I think the drinks are done, and someone's sitting idly behind me browsing some Phuket Exclusive life magazine. Hah! Like WE"VE got the moolah to do a bit of spending here. Although I have to say I am a beach girl, and I mean, somehow, I'd choose a resort over a skyscraper city anyhow! Give me pina colada's and a bottle of carrot infused tanning oil that reeks of coconut. Give me tanned bodies on a beach of soft white sand. Give me BBQ seafood and freshly sliced sashimi with an ice cold beer. I'm a beach girl, though my recent pale skinned has made me seem otherwise.

I'm absolutely loving Phuket despite multiple criticisms saying that it's become commercialized. Perhaps Patong is, what with Singapore owned Jungceylon and Mac's, Burger King, Starbucks (Ok, fine, so Karon also has like one Starbucks, except we chose Andaman Coffee Co instead!) but I love the beach we've chosen. Also, being the only Asians in our resort kind of makes us feel really special.

Signing off for now. Perhaps I'll convince Miss Grumpy to come here for coffee in the morning and I get to post another entry. :) I love this place. :) Ciaos!