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Her
A missus. A maid.

A paradox with an ego & alter-ego.

By day, she's a cute, 'lil fluffy doggie sitting in the windowpane that everyone loves to hug & fuss over, and always eager to please.

However when her fur gets ruffled all too often, she transforms into a wild kitty who bites when her tail gets stepped on repetitively... and goes out for night escapades once in a blue moon.

Blogs occasionally for the bite,
so that she can heal her pain.

Step at your own risk.

Seriously, she's simply harmless... =p

Her Melody


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the urban sentimental soul...


khalil fong - wei lai

Her ♥s

Idealism. Escapism.
Mochi. Matcha. Mocha.
Rain. Rhythm & Blues.
Satin. Chiffon.
Dark Chocolat.
Lush, smooth vibes.
Dusky skyscapes.
Sun. Sea. Sand.
Furbabies.

I love nature, lavender & pretty blooms..
I love sweet shades of pink & purple,
with a passion for warm brown & red.
.

I love enjoying my comforting cup of hot cocoa / tea sans sugar / milk tea or coffee / durin' tête-à-tête sessions. =)

So do I love good food, sinfully decadent desserts, chi chi high teas, sippin' wine & cocktails in the evening breeze amid soothing, soulful jazz and sexy, funky disco house music... with good company, of coz...

Admittedly a creature of habit & comfort...

Simple things such as laughin' over a good movie to escape from mundane reality, sweatin' off the negative vibes unglamourously, pickin' up an engagin' read on a lazy day, with my dog restin' at my feet, havin' a warm cup of cocoa on a rainy day indoors, indulgin' excessively in creamy choc pralines & truffles, spendin' time outdoors with nature... lush greenery & aquamarine sea, taking snapshots of things and people for memories, meetin' happy & fluffy doggies... make me happy too... some good ol' music / retail therapy for the soul helps too... =p

Sittin' atop the hill... watchin' the world pass by... the flutterin' leaves & flowers in the breeze... onward on the journey i continue... smellin' the freshness of the air... awaitin' the next scenery at the next hilltop in anticipation... which will take my breath away... & invigorate my senses...

Contrary to popular belief, I am not the owner of all the free time & luxury in the world. There's such a thing called opportunity cost & choices have to be made. Choices that seem easier to make than to live with in reality. Lookin' at just the surface is just being simply superficial. In today's world, where boundaries between reality and illusions are blurred, genuine sincerity is hard to find.

There's a thin line between sanity and insanity.

Believes that the world not only exists in black and white, but also in different shades of greys....

If you hate me, please click HERE.


Her Wants
Happiness. Peace of mind. Time. $$$.

Her Links
unfor5ak3n
freedom!!!
简单就是美
the epitome of perfection
hatezz
life's a game of waiting...
my solace...
mike's heaven
joyful pets
osher
joyful pets


Her Past
March 2008
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September 2008
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November 2008
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January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
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May 2009
August 2009


You are visitor no. since 28 September, 2008
Her Talks


Credits
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Cher See
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Thursday, January 22, 2009
James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado ~ Broken Strings

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay


You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late


Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before


Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again