Desmond’s new bitch. (Taken with instagram)
EVERYTHING IS BIGBANG AND NOTHING HURTS
Cute doggy at Veolia ^^ (Taken with instagram)
Sunday lazy sunday. #project365 #3/365 #cats #beautifulcats #pets (Taken with instagram)
I love you but baby i’m not a monster. #bigbangmonster #bigbang #bingu #bigbangalive #top (Taken with instagram)
Please be happy with him,so that I can forget you,
Please forget how miserable I looked,
It’s going to be unbearably hard for me,
For a long while to come.
(Source: rapunsoo)
Kittykat. (Taken with instagram)
BIGBANG by YaoiSicker ♛ on Flickr.
BigBang!
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
Scars by a door frame - Snippets of Laos
“Wait a minute, i’ll be there soon.” I exclaimed as I walked out of the washroom. Someone walked into the toilet. Trying to avoid bumping into her, I walked towards the door frame.
MOTHERF-
I hit my right arm against the door frame. The impact and the sharpness of the door caused an abrasion as long as about 4cm. The scar was pretty cool though, staggered. Kinda looked like a ladder.
The pain was over as soon as it began. I walked out and went up to the bunk. Tidied up everything.
Holycamoly!
The wound started burning. I looked down at my right arm. Blood. Wow, such a small wound and I was bleeding. I ignored the pain.
Ouch!
I looked down again. There was bruising around the wound. More blood. Some parts were already clotting. But some skin was peeling.
Being the curious cat I was, I peeled it slightly. Bad move.
I ran down to the boys’ bunk. I needed a fellow first aider I could trust to handle the wound.
Little known fact: I hated attending to my own wounds. If it was smaller, I would have just placed a plaster over it with direct pressure. But skin was peeling, tissues were exposed, blood was still oozing out. Ugh.
“It burns!” I told him.
“Come, let me see it.” he said. I settled down next to him. I grabbed the antiseptic cream and was about to apply it when he stopped me.
“Clean the wound first.”
“It’s so small!”
“What kind of first aider are you? Clean the wound first!”
I sighed and took the Dettol cleansing wipes. Fuuuuu~ It hurts when the antiseptic touched my skin. The cooling sensation made it feel better.
I looked up and saw him smiling. I smiled weakly back at him. I was in pain, albeit not an excruciating one.
I continued cleaning my wound and peeled off any stray skin so they wouldn’t interfere with any dressing if I decided to put any on.
“Done.”
He uncapped the cream and held my elbow, in case I winced or something. He applied the cream and I used my finger to pat the dollop of cream to even it out.
I looked up to see him giving me the look of horror.
“This finger’s clean,” I sighed. “Used the wipes on my hands. Okay?”
“Hmmm. Don’t let any clothing touch the cream. Does it still burn?” he asked.
“Not really, but I have to keep blowing it to keep it cool.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “It’s a small cut only.”
“Sorry lah I freak out easily right.”
He smiled. “Go sleep.”
“Was planning to.”
I repacked the first aid kit and passed it back to him. Mine was upstairs. I bid him good night.
He bid me good night back, as I proceeded to go upstairs.
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The scar is showing no sign of fading. Le sigh.
Claustrophobia - Snippets of Laos
(27th March, Vang Vien, Laos)
“Turn off all your torchlights,” Candice commanded.
Everyone in the team did so. Some of the boys still played with their lights, but Carrie repeated Candice’s instructions earlier on sternly.
Darkness followed. The cave felt cool. Everyone was asked to be silent. I was screaming inside. I held on to Nasuha’s hands. I might have gripped her hand too tightly.
I was afraid. I held myself together - I couldn’t sob. Not then. Not in the darkness. Not in front of everyone. They’ve seen me cry when I was ill. It was a horrible sight.
A horrible sight. It was dark. Nobody could see me crying right?
I cried. Sobbed. The darkness was engulfing, the walls were closing in. Everything was cold, even Nasuha’s warmth couldn’t take that away from me. I was running out of breathe. I shut my eyes and opened it again.
Light.
Some guides who couldn’t understand our officers’ orders turned on their torchlight. I breathed.
Then it was over. Everyone was allowed to turn on their torchlight. We made our way out. I held on to Nasuha’s hands all the way. She was truly my mother during the trip.
Carrie asked if I was okay. I nodded. What was I supposed to say? I nearly felt like dying. I wanted to hug my real mother. I wanted to see the light, a light, ANY light.
They proceeded to yet another cave. I sat outside.
I looked around for him, hoping he would ask me if I was okay. He didn’t. Not even the look of concern flashed across his face.
Disappointment, once more. Why did I even expect him to care? He made it clear: “Let’s not talk again, except for work.”
Expectations, who needs them?
#project365 #2/365 #bestfriend “You should be stuying, sissy.” said Huggy to me. (Taken with instagram)
How did a 9-year-old girl’s food blog force healthier school lunch options?
Never underestimate the power of a blog and a hungry, disgruntled elementary school student.
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