feeling the baby's breath

i love babybreaths!!!!! these are bundle of drIed puRplish cousins of the white baby's breath :) fuzzy.wuzzy got em along with some blood red roses some sum time back, duriNg last year's prom, when i was nominated to be finalist for crowning of queen :)

i was so in love with em i kept them standing in an ikea vase standing by the window getting their share of healthy bask each morning, and result of that,the tanning routine causes it to lose its lilac-ish tint and turNed a dry strawish brown. the tiny blooms are still intact and they all remind me of tiny ickle moments that i have that in truth are miniscule events of my life but bring so much meaniNg to it, giving it breath of joy, happinEss and hope :)

i got a taste of tako balls in Midvalley yesterday. although i have oways loved the octopus_embedded ones, the chicken and cheese arent too bad either. i like the flaky stuff they chucked in on top to give it a whimsy chicken feather look. i meticulously poke them into skewers bit by bits and yumMily chew them,licking every morsel!! flaky and taste like squidness!!!!! like me, in fact!!!! i Like!

i spent Father's Days nite sticking parquet tiles back into place. it seems the water has gotten through the edges, eating out the adhesive and loosening the strips from the concrete floor. bending on all fours applyiNg icky gOoey glue and placing them in place gives me a woozy head. blood runs to my head and draiN all the consciousness of everything i see or look at. i lose my focus, things look like a few times morethan their singular self, all gaussian blurryied and i lose sense of balance. in more times than once over a few incidents, i toppled over and land flat on my back becos I DONT get enough blood getting to my head (or there simply is TOO much?) what is the explaination in having to lower ur head down but not having enough blood in ur head??! i thought we live on Earth and not the moOn..Blood Rush?!

i shed a few tears again today, simply recalling what fuzzy said about how fragile and short life can be. it would be difficult for me to imagine a life without a fren like him. it occurs to me that what he was feeling might (pray pls not let it be true!) in real come true. this really really reduce me to tears!! *blows nOSe*

*eesh* dont ever say things like that, u dont recall one of the ferry incidents upon arriving at Pangkor dont u! u and ur so Itchy mouth!!!

*bisH*bisH*

::edits:: the flaky stuff turns out to be Dried Bonito Flakes, and they are made from some dry fish.

i dunno what they are, but they are yummy

will remind myself down a trip to Jusco to grab a pack to snack on, aha