Imagine dumplings, being put on a plate, at the side of the dining table. Easy enough right? Okay. Then, imagine shitload of houseflies buzzing and crawling around it. Do you think that's appetising? That was what happen over at my grandmother's house. Those pesky assholes kept flying around the dumplings. One whole bunch of them. Close two eyes and swing the fly swatter around and I gurantee you that you'll be able to hit at least one fly. I thought the problem will be over if I move the dumplings away. Hell. Wrong. The flies were still buzzing around at the dining table at dinner. It makes you really want to pull your hair out and scream all the colourful languages out. The flies were bad enough. Next, my mum made us eat the dumplings for tea break and supper =.= Thank goodness I didn't get food poisoning. Though I really wish to leave this pathetic world we live in. But nah, I guess.. there's more to life.

Sorry for the moody posts again. Stupid circumstances made me feel that way. But I do hope you know how difficult it can be for me to post something light. I admit I'm not trying hard enough, but I promise you I'm trying.

Boing Boing is how it sounds like when you throw a dumpling into an oil palm plantation which is conveniently located just beside my grandmother's house.

Boing boing bloop is how it sounds like when the dumpling you throw hits a puddle of water or river.

Boing boing krakk krakk is how it sounds like when the dumpling you throw is being eaten up by cows that are roaming about in the oil palm plantation.

Ignorance is bliss. Fuck that.

I'm Sinwey(: I'm too lazy to update this part here. Maybe I'll update this part in the future. That's a promise! "Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual." — Vladimir Nabokov

Grace Iy Vanessa Huimin Yc Nathaniel