Havana Nights
I'm playing Con Quien by Havana Soul right now - perfect beach music. Kinda ironic though, the recent gloomy weather makes me feel all Christmasy. Sweaters instead of sarongs. Lol.
On Sunday, after digging out the big world map I stashed away as a kid, for a pre-t&t exam crash course on countries, I realised that there is actually a place called Havana, and that it isn't some exotic sounding name created for the show Havana Nights. Near/In Cuba.
The geography idiot speaks again. :)
Ziggy Marley - Drive
Who's gonna tell you when it's too late
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up when you fall
Who's gonna hang it up when you call
Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears when you scream
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down when you shake
Who's gonna come around when you break
I said you can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight.
As I sat staring out of the glass panels at Burger King, I asked myself what I was trying to do, and if I really wanted you to go.
No, I didn't want that.
But I couldn't help freaking out on you either.
As much as I hate to admit it, there's something more beneath the comfortable familiarity.
A package that comes with dependence and a whole lot of incontrollable emotions.
That scares the shit out of me.
Oh yes, a brilliant ending to the day was catching Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous. Oh mama, that show is hilarious. It had me, as well as the middle-aged man beside me in stitches. And yes, it had his wife and Jason looking pretty embarrassed by our laughter as well. My favourite was the scene at the old folks' home, when Sandra Bullock was pretending to be an old lady, and her gay stylist cum "son" enquired about euthanasia services. H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S. :) Now go watch.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
jasonmewrinklenose
jasonmewrinklenose
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
the tired vs the cheeky.
dinner at fisherman's wharf.
A Purple Piano
A Purple Piano
I was just watching Alicia Keys' Karma video, and I thought it'd be pretty cool to have a purple piano like hers in my future place. Crazy thought. I've always wanted my place to resemble the inside of a beach villa. Imagine how a garish purple instrument would look like amongst the wood! Then again, if I were to throw in jewel-toned cushions and curtains the colour of tropical sunsets, it wouldn't look that out of place. -ponders- Nah. I don't actually want a purple piano. Haha.
After slightly over two weeks of cramming, the last of my papers are finally over. I don't really feel a sense of liberation, just something along the lines of "what am I gonna do from now till SIP starts?"
My dad's been trying to psycho me to help sell wedding cert canisters over at ROM. Haha. No way. I'll prolly help out with my brother's exhibition stuff until it's time for me to go off to my beach vacation. :)
There'll be some stuff in between, like the upcoming chalet, the HTM d&d, as well as the HTMIG AGM chalet.
I guess I'm just not used to feeling so... free.
Aren't we humans masters of the art of contradiction? When the going gets tough and the workload gets heavy, we start whining about how much we need a break. Yet when the break finally comes, we feel empty. Come to think of it, it isn't fair for me to generalise humans. It's just me. Lol.
I remember reading somewhere in a magazine, quoting Alicia Keys, saying that she was aware Usher had a humongous crush on her. The magazine then said she was way self-absorbed.
It made me question the balance between self-absorbtion and self-deprecation. (Typical Libran thinking - the scales are working my mind, lol.)
I don't think it is possible to actually find that fine line of balance. Which then, is the better side to be on? To live with an ego overload, or with an inferiority complex?
Or maybe, as many of life's choices are, it is just a matter of the grass being greener on the other side.
Another thing that's been bugging me is our constant quest for perfection, both internal and external.
Many of my girlfriends and I (and I'm sure many other girls out there) are always griping about how fat we are, or how flabby our tummies are. Every single one of us has our flaws, most of which we can't live with, thus the complains.
Jason tells me it's the fault of magazines, of which he particularly dislikes Cleo. Propaganda he says.
"Whoever said thin is beautiful?"
He's kinda right, to a certain extent, but "fat ain't good" has probably been drilled into the minds of me and a gazillion girls out there.
This is an excellent example of a rojak of being self-absorbed and inferior. You can tell us girls off for being self-absorbed, focusing so much on our looks instead of many other issues like world famine or something; but at the same time, you can call us inferior.
It'd be kinda interesting though, to observe the change in behaviours should the (million-century-old) trend of fleshy women being beautiful resurface.
Now, don't go shaking your head, silently congratulating yourself for not being superficial, especially so if you are female. Haven't you had one of those "fat or ugly days", where your confidence threatens to fall below zero?
And if you are an extremely skinny lady who is actually envious of our flesh, welcome to the club -
we specialise in self-deprecating humour ("my thighs are like tree trunks" or in your case it could be "my thighs are like chopsticks"), self-indulgence ("i love my tight ass", "i love my flat tummy" for you), and we form the fellowship of the fats. (I got the idea from Lord of the Rings. Haha.)
Don't be surprised though, if most of us are silently cursing your rocket-fast metabolic rate. :)
I was just watching Alicia Keys' Karma video, and I thought it'd be pretty cool to have a purple piano like hers in my future place. Crazy thought. I've always wanted my place to resemble the inside of a beach villa. Imagine how a garish purple instrument would look like amongst the wood! Then again, if I were to throw in jewel-toned cushions and curtains the colour of tropical sunsets, it wouldn't look that out of place. -ponders- Nah. I don't actually want a purple piano. Haha.
After slightly over two weeks of cramming, the last of my papers are finally over. I don't really feel a sense of liberation, just something along the lines of "what am I gonna do from now till SIP starts?"
My dad's been trying to psycho me to help sell wedding cert canisters over at ROM. Haha. No way. I'll prolly help out with my brother's exhibition stuff until it's time for me to go off to my beach vacation. :)
There'll be some stuff in between, like the upcoming chalet, the HTM d&d, as well as the HTMIG AGM chalet.
I guess I'm just not used to feeling so... free.
Aren't we humans masters of the art of contradiction? When the going gets tough and the workload gets heavy, we start whining about how much we need a break. Yet when the break finally comes, we feel empty. Come to think of it, it isn't fair for me to generalise humans. It's just me. Lol.
I remember reading somewhere in a magazine, quoting Alicia Keys, saying that she was aware Usher had a humongous crush on her. The magazine then said she was way self-absorbed.
It made me question the balance between self-absorbtion and self-deprecation. (Typical Libran thinking - the scales are working my mind, lol.)
I don't think it is possible to actually find that fine line of balance. Which then, is the better side to be on? To live with an ego overload, or with an inferiority complex?
Or maybe, as many of life's choices are, it is just a matter of the grass being greener on the other side.
Another thing that's been bugging me is our constant quest for perfection, both internal and external.
Many of my girlfriends and I (and I'm sure many other girls out there) are always griping about how fat we are, or how flabby our tummies are. Every single one of us has our flaws, most of which we can't live with, thus the complains.
Jason tells me it's the fault of magazines, of which he particularly dislikes Cleo. Propaganda he says.
"Whoever said thin is beautiful?"
He's kinda right, to a certain extent, but "fat ain't good" has probably been drilled into the minds of me and a gazillion girls out there.
This is an excellent example of a rojak of being self-absorbed and inferior. You can tell us girls off for being self-absorbed, focusing so much on our looks instead of many other issues like world famine or something; but at the same time, you can call us inferior.
It'd be kinda interesting though, to observe the change in behaviours should the (million-century-old) trend of fleshy women being beautiful resurface.
Now, don't go shaking your head, silently congratulating yourself for not being superficial, especially so if you are female. Haven't you had one of those "fat or ugly days", where your confidence threatens to fall below zero?
And if you are an extremely skinny lady who is actually envious of our flesh, welcome to the club -
we specialise in self-deprecating humour ("my thighs are like tree trunks" or in your case it could be "my thighs are like chopsticks"), self-indulgence ("i love my tight ass", "i love my flat tummy" for you), and we form the fellowship of the fats. (I got the idea from Lord of the Rings. Haha.)
Don't be surprised though, if most of us are silently cursing your rocket-fast metabolic rate. :)
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Finding Neverland
Finding Neverland
I hereby declare myself a proud ambassador of Pay It Forward.
I directed this group of Indian tourists to Sentosa via bus no. 65, and I smiled at the old lady selling tissue near my estate. It's kinda surprising rude and unhelpful bus drivers still exist.
Okay, so it isn't much, but hey, it's a personal achievement. So much for a hospitality student, haha.
I guess many of us aren't ready to step out of our comfort zones and go the extra mile for someone else. I'm not pinpointing - I'm very much guilty of that too. Fear of rejection maybe? Or maybe it's just the inertia. Then again, perhaps it's just me.
I can be such an introvert in my own world sometimes. I actually held a silent debate once, having to convince myself that it is okay to smile at my estate's cleaner. My fear? That she didn't recognise me.
I can be such a freak. Thank heavens this weird side only emerges once in awhile. Lol.
Had a girly but pretty heartfelt talk with Cat and Sandra after our gymming session (I head Lifehouse's You and Me at the gym!), amidst a "picnic lunch" of toasted sandwiches and potato chips. I can't believe most of the canteens in school were closed today. It was one of the less superficial conversations I've had in quite some time.
Our topic of conversation made me ponder as I walked the pathway home. What does it mean when people ask you to be true to yourself, and to not be pretentious? There can be so many sides to a person - does it necessarily mean that he's faking all except for one?
I thought about my behaviour around different groups of people.
Quiet and happy to be alone at the gym with whoever is with me. (Yes, I dislike making conversation while working out.)
Giggly, nonsensical and stupid around people like Justin, Shaun, Kerrie and Brian.
Sarcastic around people like Joseph and Jeremy.
Childish, and somewhat temperemental around Jason and my auntie.
Quiet, smiley and self-conscious around people I don't feel comfortable with.
At the same time, I can be insightful and serious with any of those mentioned above.
And I have concluded that I am actually myself most of the time, and that there can be many true sides to a person. It's all situational you know? OB. Lol.
Alright. Enough of the introspection.
Saturday evenings at home never fail to fill me with a feeling of serenity, something pretty elusive if you ask me. The whole after-rain smell sorts of adds to the mood. I like. And my family and I will be meeting my uncle and his family for dinner later, at the new but excellent zhi char stall just outside my place. They just got back from Australia, and I get to see my dear Glenda. Miss that cousin of mine to bits. :)
Friday, March 25, 2005
Old World Charm
Old World Charm
My family dragged me out of bed to go down to this famous coffeeshop at Tiong Bahru for porridge breakfast. It was so crowded, we had to wait for almost an hour for our charcoal-cooked porridge to be served. I didn't think it was fantastic, but I loved the ambience though. It had this old-fashioned charm about it, very much like the kopitiams you see in the 60s. (No, I wasn't born then, but I watch TV okay.) The only thing missing was the porcelain cups the olden people use to serve coffee in. It kinda reminded me of the tiny kopitiam below my old house in Arab Street too, though I was too young then to remember intricate details.
Why are humans always competiting to outdo one another? Is the need for recognition and achievement really that great? I read about it on so many blogs, and I hear the hidden messages behind so many conversations.
I don't wanna comment much. We are always faulting others for flaws we ourselves are usually guilty of but oblivious to.
Time to shower and change. Heading down to Harbour Front to finish revising for MEIT tomorrow.
My family dragged me out of bed to go down to this famous coffeeshop at Tiong Bahru for porridge breakfast. It was so crowded, we had to wait for almost an hour for our charcoal-cooked porridge to be served. I didn't think it was fantastic, but I loved the ambience though. It had this old-fashioned charm about it, very much like the kopitiams you see in the 60s. (No, I wasn't born then, but I watch TV okay.) The only thing missing was the porcelain cups the olden people use to serve coffee in. It kinda reminded me of the tiny kopitiam below my old house in Arab Street too, though I was too young then to remember intricate details.
Why are humans always competiting to outdo one another? Is the need for recognition and achievement really that great? I read about it on so many blogs, and I hear the hidden messages behind so many conversations.
I don't wanna comment much. We are always faulting others for flaws we ourselves are usually guilty of but oblivious to.
Time to shower and change. Heading down to Harbour Front to finish revising for MEIT tomorrow.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Couch Potato Syndrome (CPS)
Couch Potato Syndrome (CPS)
My back is aching and I feel lethargic, after spending 8 hours on the couch (minus bathing time). I have fallen victim to the highly addictive CPS. It comes with horrible side effects, like snacking, and snacking, and snacking. Anything to move a muscle, and which is better than the mouth? Actually, I don't know if our mouths are considered muscles.
The haze is terrible, especially in the mornings. It really gets me sneezing, non-stop at that. And so, despite the brilliant sunlight that somehow managed to pierce its way through the thick smokey haze, I decided to forgo an afternoon at Sentosa, and spend some time in front of the telly instead.
Opportunity cost? A gorgeous tan, but I've also decided that it is time I started taking the effects of sun damage seriously. Not so much the wrinkles and dark spots bit, but the whole skin cancer issue.
It wasn't so bad. I ate; I read; I watched cartoons on Nickelodeon, and I prolly had MTV overdose. There weren't as many sitcoms as I would have liked.
Well, I got a little bored towards the end of the evening, with an insane urge to have fish & chips. (Told you about the side effects.) Fishermen's Wharf fish & chips.
Speaking of fishes, which remind me of beaches, I have yet to sort out the whole beach holiday fiasco.
Missy Higgins - Scar
He left a card, a bar of soap
And a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said "use these down to your bones"
And before I knew I had shiny skin
And it felt easy being clean like him
I thought "this one knows better than I do"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats
She smelled like sugar
And spoke like the sea
And she told me don't trust them
Trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue
And said "This will all have to come undone"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
I think I realized just in time
Although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine
But I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that
I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
I like Missy Higgins. She looks like a cross between Mandy Moore and Julia Stiles, with a dash of bohemia thrown in. Nice.
The video for Scar showed her playing on a really old piano that was falling apart. Kinda reminded me of my own, haha.
Alright, off to watch more TV. Chase is coming up, on Channel 5.
P.s. Ain't this a colourful entry?
I'm doing colour association, associating each paragraph with the colours I feel represent the content.
For example, Missy Higgins reminds me of purple, thus the purple lyrics. And beach holidays remind me of sunsets, thus the orange. Yada yada yada. :)
My back is aching and I feel lethargic, after spending 8 hours on the couch (minus bathing time). I have fallen victim to the highly addictive CPS. It comes with horrible side effects, like snacking, and snacking, and snacking. Anything to move a muscle, and which is better than the mouth? Actually, I don't know if our mouths are considered muscles.
The haze is terrible, especially in the mornings. It really gets me sneezing, non-stop at that. And so, despite the brilliant sunlight that somehow managed to pierce its way through the thick smokey haze, I decided to forgo an afternoon at Sentosa, and spend some time in front of the telly instead.
Opportunity cost? A gorgeous tan, but I've also decided that it is time I started taking the effects of sun damage seriously. Not so much the wrinkles and dark spots bit, but the whole skin cancer issue.
It wasn't so bad. I ate; I read; I watched cartoons on Nickelodeon, and I prolly had MTV overdose. There weren't as many sitcoms as I would have liked.
Well, I got a little bored towards the end of the evening, with an insane urge to have fish & chips. (Told you about the side effects.) Fishermen's Wharf fish & chips.
Speaking of fishes, which remind me of beaches, I have yet to sort out the whole beach holiday fiasco.
Missy Higgins - Scar
He left a card, a bar of soap
And a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said "use these down to your bones"
And before I knew I had shiny skin
And it felt easy being clean like him
I thought "this one knows better than I do"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats
She smelled like sugar
And spoke like the sea
And she told me don't trust them
Trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue
And said "This will all have to come undone"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
I think I realized just in time
Although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine
But I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that
I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar
When everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember
To never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
I like Missy Higgins. She looks like a cross between Mandy Moore and Julia Stiles, with a dash of bohemia thrown in. Nice.
The video for Scar showed her playing on a really old piano that was falling apart. Kinda reminded me of my own, haha.
Alright, off to watch more TV. Chase is coming up, on Channel 5.
P.s. Ain't this a colourful entry?
I'm doing colour association, associating each paragraph with the colours I feel represent the content.
For example, Missy Higgins reminds me of purple, thus the purple lyrics. And beach holidays remind me of sunsets, thus the orange. Yada yada yada. :)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
What Goes Around Comes Around
What Goes Around Comes Around
I am extremely irritated and frustrated.
After a downpayment on my beach holiday, I found out that I've scheduled it on the day of our SIP Launch.
And my April calendar doesn't quite allow time for re-scheduling.
How good is a holiday when you have to be so stressed up just planning it?
I am THIS close to saying the F word.
You hardened your heart
And swore to get yourself out of the rut
Coffee and friends
Lent your their hands
And you were emancipated.
Tonight's quarrel has completely thrown me offguard.
After the past two months of liberation, I wasn't prepared for anger of this magnitude.
Hypersensitivity or not I don't know, but I thought I saw traces of the old, seeping into the new.
Vague, but present nonetheless.
I don't want to spend half of my life in paranoia.
All the accumulated exhaustion and fatigue is prolly gonna hit me soon, just like a tidal wave.
I remember how much I hated all the nonsense
Till one day, I realised I was too tired to hold on.
It was the day I walked away.
I'm recalling it all over again.
I am extremely irritated and frustrated.
After a downpayment on my beach holiday, I found out that I've scheduled it on the day of our SIP Launch.
And my April calendar doesn't quite allow time for re-scheduling.
How good is a holiday when you have to be so stressed up just planning it?
I am THIS close to saying the F word.
You hardened your heart
And swore to get yourself out of the rut
Coffee and friends
Lent your their hands
And you were emancipated.
Tonight's quarrel has completely thrown me offguard.
After the past two months of liberation, I wasn't prepared for anger of this magnitude.
Hypersensitivity or not I don't know, but I thought I saw traces of the old, seeping into the new.
Vague, but present nonetheless.
I don't want to spend half of my life in paranoia.
All the accumulated exhaustion and fatigue is prolly gonna hit me soon, just like a tidal wave.
I remember how much I hated all the nonsense
Till one day, I realised I was too tired to hold on.
It was the day I walked away.
I'm recalling it all over again.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Quasimodo
Quasimodo
I read somewhere in a magazine that having half a bowl of cereal as a late night snack actually aids in weight-loss. So I shouldn't be feeling guilty about munching on my cereal bar, right?
2 papers down, 2 to go. I'm feeling slightly relieved that the exams are half over, yet a little reluctant for them to completely end. Kinda not a hundred percent enthusiastic about stepping out of the whole safe school mould and stepping into the unknown. At least for six months. Ah well. At least my attachment will be on a resort island. :)
Things To Be Happy About
Having home-cooked food.
Watching tv. (I haven't realised what a luxury it actually is, till this hectic hectic semester.)
An unexpected message from Justin, who is enroute to Kota Kinabalu now I assume.
Watching people dance the salsa by the Esplanade.
Reading.
Working out.
Blogging.
Racky.
Hugs.
Foot massages.
-studies above list- I'm actually quite a lucky girl. :)
Speaking on tv, I just caught one of the most amazing shows on Starworld - Miss Match, starring Alicia Silverstone. Excellent chickflick-kinda television series. And the guy she's subconsciously in love with is gorgeous. Yum. Can't wait till next Tuesday night.
An unexpected twist of my conversation with Marc made me realise that I actually don't open up much to people. I'm usually the one listening, or babbling about superficial topics.
I kinda feel good this way.
I read somewhere in a magazine that having half a bowl of cereal as a late night snack actually aids in weight-loss. So I shouldn't be feeling guilty about munching on my cereal bar, right?
2 papers down, 2 to go. I'm feeling slightly relieved that the exams are half over, yet a little reluctant for them to completely end. Kinda not a hundred percent enthusiastic about stepping out of the whole safe school mould and stepping into the unknown. At least for six months. Ah well. At least my attachment will be on a resort island. :)
Things To Be Happy About
Having home-cooked food.
Watching tv. (I haven't realised what a luxury it actually is, till this hectic hectic semester.)
An unexpected message from Justin, who is enroute to Kota Kinabalu now I assume.
Watching people dance the salsa by the Esplanade.
Reading.
Working out.
Blogging.
Racky.
Hugs.
Foot massages.
-studies above list- I'm actually quite a lucky girl. :)
Speaking on tv, I just caught one of the most amazing shows on Starworld - Miss Match, starring Alicia Silverstone. Excellent chickflick-kinda television series. And the guy she's subconsciously in love with is gorgeous. Yum. Can't wait till next Tuesday night.
An unexpected twist of my conversation with Marc made me realise that I actually don't open up much to people. I'm usually the one listening, or babbling about superficial topics.
I kinda feel good this way.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Don't Know Why
Don't Know Why
I don't know why...
I don't feel like blogging
I don't feel like studying for POM anymore
I've got an urge to start playing Neopets
I'm having a Nestle Double Chocolate bar at 11.34 in the night
I must be going nuts!
I don't know why...
I don't feel like blogging
I don't feel like studying for POM anymore
I've got an urge to start playing Neopets
I'm having a Nestle Double Chocolate bar at 11.34 in the night
I must be going nuts!
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Lou Rawls - Girl From Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
But i watch her so sadly
I wonder how can i tell her i love her
I said oh yes i would give my heart gladly
But each and every day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, she won't look back at me
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, i smile
But the girl just won't
She won't look back at me.
I'm spinning my Late Night Moods cd now, even though it's barely past 5.30 in the evening. I dig this song. Makes me want to go on a beach holiday, which I think I will. :) As soon I get these exams over and done with. Haha.
I'm done with studying for today. Just caught Double Double Toil and Trouble on Channel 5, featuring the really young and extremely adorable Olsen twins. They reminded me so much of my angel Glenda, who is on holiday right now with her parents. Oh well, I guess I finally understand why the Olsen twins shot to fame. Heh.
Alright, I'm off to the shower. Gonna head down to Harbour Front to meet up with Brian, Marc and all. They've been studying there the whole afternoon, whilst I've been watching tv. Lol.
I'm feeling something I haven't been feeling in awhile - contentment.
Let's hope it stays. :)
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
But i watch her so sadly
I wonder how can i tell her i love her
I said oh yes i would give my heart gladly
But each and every day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, she won't look back at me
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, i smile
But the girl just won't
She won't look back at me.
I'm spinning my Late Night Moods cd now, even though it's barely past 5.30 in the evening. I dig this song. Makes me want to go on a beach holiday, which I think I will. :) As soon I get these exams over and done with. Haha.
I'm done with studying for today. Just caught Double Double Toil and Trouble on Channel 5, featuring the really young and extremely adorable Olsen twins. They reminded me so much of my angel Glenda, who is on holiday right now with her parents. Oh well, I guess I finally understand why the Olsen twins shot to fame. Heh.
Alright, I'm off to the shower. Gonna head down to Harbour Front to meet up with Brian, Marc and all. They've been studying there the whole afternoon, whilst I've been watching tv. Lol.
I'm feeling something I haven't been feeling in awhile - contentment.
Let's hope it stays. :)
Saturday, March 19, 2005
See The Sunrise From A Tropic Isle
See The Sunrise From A Tropic Isle
Overseas education is extremely costly. The Study in Australia fair was pretty informative, but then again, almost every university offers communication and journalism. Hmm. Money's the main factor. Doubt I'd be able to make 50k within a year or two. I'd have to work hard to stay in Singapore, lol.
Checked out NATAS too. So many exotic destinations. I need lotsa time and lotsa money! Kinda ironic though, time and money usually aren't mutually exclusive. Haha.
I realised that despite not giving much thought to Million Dollar Baby, the movie I caught with Justin about a month ago, it has actually left quite an impact.
For example, while I was on the bus a few days ago, images of Maggie suffering the fatal blow by the bitchy boxer; her lying in bed; and her coach, a solitary figure eating lemon pie flashed across my mind.
Heavy.
I actually had the inspiration to write a poem, but I somehow lost it.
Better start accounts instead.
I can't help it, dreaming of travelling always reminds me of this song. I just have to post the lyrics again. Purely from memory. :)
Jason Wade - You Belong To Me
See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the marketplace in old Angier
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me.
Alright, that's all folks.
Overseas education is extremely costly. The Study in Australia fair was pretty informative, but then again, almost every university offers communication and journalism. Hmm. Money's the main factor. Doubt I'd be able to make 50k within a year or two. I'd have to work hard to stay in Singapore, lol.
Checked out NATAS too. So many exotic destinations. I need lotsa time and lotsa money! Kinda ironic though, time and money usually aren't mutually exclusive. Haha.
I realised that despite not giving much thought to Million Dollar Baby, the movie I caught with Justin about a month ago, it has actually left quite an impact.
For example, while I was on the bus a few days ago, images of Maggie suffering the fatal blow by the bitchy boxer; her lying in bed; and her coach, a solitary figure eating lemon pie flashed across my mind.
Heavy.
I actually had the inspiration to write a poem, but I somehow lost it.
Better start accounts instead.
I can't help it, dreaming of travelling always reminds me of this song. I just have to post the lyrics again. Purely from memory. :)
Jason Wade - You Belong To Me
See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the marketplace in old Angier
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me.
Alright, that's all folks.
Friday, March 18, 2005
briancrazy
briancrazy
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Caffeine toys with his brain. Look at his nutty expression.
me&kerrienatextra
me&kerrienatextra
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Kerrie and I. The third guy's an extra called Nat.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Bic Runga - Honest Goodbyes
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's okay to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The alarm clock has rung.
Noon-time workout at Bedok Reservoir with Brian and Sandra. Man. My legs now feel like jelly, though we ran just 3.5 km and walked the remaining 0.8.
Running at 12 noon is no joke. The sun's scorching and the heat's sweltering.
Study cum chilling out session with Brian, Kerrie, Nat and Shan at Starbucks Siglap. Check out some funky pictures.
Didn't join them for dinner at Lagoon (hope I got the name right), but I'm definitely joining them the next time.
Dinner with my family at Zion - I'm stuffed.
I'm tricking my brain into exhaustion.
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's okay to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The alarm clock has rung.
Noon-time workout at Bedok Reservoir with Brian and Sandra. Man. My legs now feel like jelly, though we ran just 3.5 km and walked the remaining 0.8.
Running at 12 noon is no joke. The sun's scorching and the heat's sweltering.
Study cum chilling out session with Brian, Kerrie, Nat and Shan at Starbucks Siglap. Check out some funky pictures.
Didn't join them for dinner at Lagoon (hope I got the name right), but I'm definitely joining them the next time.
Dinner with my family at Zion - I'm stuffed.
I'm tricking my brain into exhaustion.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
I'm Fine Baby, How Are You?
I'm Fine Baby, How Are You?
I spent the day on an island in the sun
And I barely got any studying done.
I'm not feeling guilty about having fun
At least, not enough to wanna shoot myself with a gun.
How's that for rhyming? Lol.
I'm sleepy, and sunburnt. What a comfortable combi - for the holidays, not for study week.
Will be hitting the gym tomorrow morning, just right to work off my after dinner Magnum ice-cream.
Nostalgic though, I used to have that so often as a kid.
Meeting Brian tomorrow for revision.
After which, it'll be dinner at Zion Hawker Centre.
Man, it's like foodie week for me.
Thank you for the phone call.
The easy-going banter made me feel like things are finally alright. :)
I spent the day on an island in the sun
And I barely got any studying done.
I'm not feeling guilty about having fun
At least, not enough to wanna shoot myself with a gun.
How's that for rhyming? Lol.
I'm sleepy, and sunburnt. What a comfortable combi - for the holidays, not for study week.
Will be hitting the gym tomorrow morning, just right to work off my after dinner Magnum ice-cream.
Nostalgic though, I used to have that so often as a kid.
Meeting Brian tomorrow for revision.
After which, it'll be dinner at Zion Hawker Centre.
Man, it's like foodie week for me.
Thank you for the phone call.
The easy-going banter made me feel like things are finally alright. :)
me&melissa-saffronuniform
me&melissa-saffronuniform
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Donning our Saffron Service uniform for the last time. Boy, were we glad! ;p
me&marilyn
me&marilyn
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Us in our original skin colours. We look real fair in the other two. -gestures down-
me&marilyn3
me&marilyn3
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Marilyn and I, post Service Profieciency, pre Au Jardin.
mejasonbus8part3
mejasonbus8part3
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
It's been a long time since I've let my hair down.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Emotional Independence
Emotional Independence
Emotional dependence is a scary thing
Your thoughts and emotions-
These which once belonged to you
Are now ruled by another
I don't wanna go through that again.
Emotional dependence is a scary thing
Your thoughts and emotions-
These which once belonged to you
Are now ruled by another
I don't wanna go through that again.
Michael Buble - Home
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you?
I would send them but I know
That it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living
Someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why
You could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day
Has come and gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
I miss you , you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
The lyrics may be simple, but the song fills my heart with this bittersweet ache. Kinda poignant, I like.
My limbs are aching, after my faster-than-usual session on the treadmill. Looking forward to tomorrow morning's session with Sandra, Geraldine, and if he can wake up, Brian.
Spent the day revising Accounts with Cat and Brian. We initially parked ourselves at Jupiter Cafe, but the heat got to us, and we spent the rest of the afternoon over at the Sports Club club-room, courtesy of Cat. Kinda quiet a day, with a few laughs here and there. :)
Scroll down for pictures!
The only vaguely interesting thing that happened today? I swallowed a fishbone during dinner. And it's pretty tiny, I think. It felt like it, haha.
Time for a shower. My face feels like the inside of a well-greased kuali.
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you?
I would send them but I know
That it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living
Someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why
You could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day
Has come and gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
I miss you , you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
The lyrics may be simple, but the song fills my heart with this bittersweet ache. Kinda poignant, I like.
My limbs are aching, after my faster-than-usual session on the treadmill. Looking forward to tomorrow morning's session with Sandra, Geraldine, and if he can wake up, Brian.
Spent the day revising Accounts with Cat and Brian. We initially parked ourselves at Jupiter Cafe, but the heat got to us, and we spent the rest of the afternoon over at the Sports Club club-room, courtesy of Cat. Kinda quiet a day, with a few laughs here and there. :)
Scroll down for pictures!
The only vaguely interesting thing that happened today? I swallowed a fishbone during dinner. And it's pretty tiny, I think. It felt like it, haha.
Time for a shower. My face feels like the inside of a well-greased kuali.
the3musketeers
the3musketeers
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
My Three Musketeers. :)
That's Hokey-Pokey at the back, Barky on the left, and the renowned Racky on the right.
pinkskyfrom3rdstorey
pinkskyfrom3rdstorey
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I couldn't capture the beauty of the sky in here.
cat&i-gym
cat&i-gym
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Our morning workout in the gym. Need evidence on how hard we worked ourselves? Look at the beads of perspiration on my forehead.
brian-calculator
brian-calculator
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
And to conclude my point that studying makes one slightly wacko, this is Brian, mistaking his calculator for his shades.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
me-double
me-double
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Marc, Ede, Joseph and Kerrie were complaining how my eyes disappear into slits whenever I smile.
Is that true?
You and Me
Lifehouse - You and Me
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
And I can't back down
I've been losing
So much time
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
All of the things
That I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
This is prolly the umpteenth time I'm saying this, but Jason Wade has got the sexiest vocals alive. What better way to perk up a late night ride home than that rich husky voice?
I'm done being stuck in a rut.
I need a holiday.
And I am so going for one after the exams are over.
Even if I have to work myself crazy to fund it.
Gymming tomorrow, after which it'll be Accounts with Cat.
Night world.
P.s. Check out CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. Bachelor no. 7 - Mark Tan. I dig his specs.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
And I can't back down
I've been losing
So much time
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
All of the things
That I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
This is prolly the umpteenth time I'm saying this, but Jason Wade has got the sexiest vocals alive. What better way to perk up a late night ride home than that rich husky voice?
I'm done being stuck in a rut.
I need a holiday.
And I am so going for one after the exams are over.
Even if I have to work myself crazy to fund it.
Gymming tomorrow, after which it'll be Accounts with Cat.
Night world.
P.s. Check out CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. Bachelor no. 7 - Mark Tan. I dig his specs.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking
I wish I could put my finger on the cause of my exhaustion the past few days. Even though it's 18:26 right now, I feel like it's time for me to go to bed, that despite the fact that I had an afternoon nap. Haha. Perhaps I'll be in the Guiness Book of World Records for the first ever human mutation into a pig.
Had a "sorta-45-exclique" gathering yesterday. To start you off, our clique in Year 1 Sem 1 consisted of me, Jane, Ede, Yixiu, Fagan and Marc. We were tight man! But ah well, when you split into different classes, the clique splits as well. Yesterday was a mini-reunion for us, 'cept for Yixiu who couldn't make it.
Dinner was at Suntec's Pasta Mania, afterwhich we girls shopped the entire way to Esplanade. Marc, Fagan and Avril were bored out of their wits. Avril ain't that much of a shopaholic! After checking out the Mosaic Festival over at the Esplanade (For me, Ede and Jane, it was more of checking out the Waterfront Bazaar, lol), we bonded over at Max Brenner's Chocolate Bar, with the additional company of Mr. Yeo.
Sinful indulgence, crazy stunts and lotsa laughter. I missed all of that. :)
Thank God me and Ede were in the toilet when Fagan did his "gong-stunt". Not very glam, Mr. Cheong. Haha.
Time to buy dinner upstairs. Maybe this familiar Saturday ritual will knock some sense back into me.
It hurts, no kidding.
Here, take your life back.
It was never meant to be mine. :)
I wish I could put my finger on the cause of my exhaustion the past few days. Even though it's 18:26 right now, I feel like it's time for me to go to bed, that despite the fact that I had an afternoon nap. Haha. Perhaps I'll be in the Guiness Book of World Records for the first ever human mutation into a pig.
Had a "sorta-45-exclique" gathering yesterday. To start you off, our clique in Year 1 Sem 1 consisted of me, Jane, Ede, Yixiu, Fagan and Marc. We were tight man! But ah well, when you split into different classes, the clique splits as well. Yesterday was a mini-reunion for us, 'cept for Yixiu who couldn't make it.
Dinner was at Suntec's Pasta Mania, afterwhich we girls shopped the entire way to Esplanade. Marc, Fagan and Avril were bored out of their wits. Avril ain't that much of a shopaholic! After checking out the Mosaic Festival over at the Esplanade (For me, Ede and Jane, it was more of checking out the Waterfront Bazaar, lol), we bonded over at Max Brenner's Chocolate Bar, with the additional company of Mr. Yeo.
Sinful indulgence, crazy stunts and lotsa laughter. I missed all of that. :)
Thank God me and Ede were in the toilet when Fagan did his "gong-stunt". Not very glam, Mr. Cheong. Haha.
Time to buy dinner upstairs. Maybe this familiar Saturday ritual will knock some sense back into me.
It hurts, no kidding.
Here, take your life back.
It was never meant to be mine. :)
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Fumbles and Tumbles
Fumbles and Tumbles
Scroll down for some overdue pictures, mostly taken a couple of weeks ago.
We went for lunch at Au Jardin on Monday, as part of our Saffron learning programme. Well, I suppose it was enjoyable, to a certain extent. Natasha and I both agreed that the ambience was very "Sunday morning", like we were at some country club.
I've decided that I haven't got what it takes to be a taitai-in-making. The food was palateable, but not exactly what I'd term enjoyable. Haha. I'd have been happier munching on a cheeseburger. I loved the sourdough bread though. That was the best part of the meal for me.
Hey, maybe I'm just a low maintenance taitai-in-making. Lol!
Don't get me wrong, I am not putting Au Jardin down. The above paragraph is purely based on my own twisted preferances. :)
Gymming with Cat and Sandra was great yesterday. I finally feel like I'm easing back into a routine.
This is hilarious.
My nick on MSN is "What am I to you? Tell me darling true." (Lyrics from a Norah Jones song.)
Marc comes online and greets me with: "YOU ARE MY MUMMY. My little brown and sexy mommy."
Haha! Talk about late night entertainment.
A little nudge in the wrong direction last night released my pent-up frustration in torrents.
Numbing myself? I don't know.
Fielding off questions.
I'm still running.
Scroll down for some overdue pictures, mostly taken a couple of weeks ago.
We went for lunch at Au Jardin on Monday, as part of our Saffron learning programme. Well, I suppose it was enjoyable, to a certain extent. Natasha and I both agreed that the ambience was very "Sunday morning", like we were at some country club.
I've decided that I haven't got what it takes to be a taitai-in-making. The food was palateable, but not exactly what I'd term enjoyable. Haha. I'd have been happier munching on a cheeseburger. I loved the sourdough bread though. That was the best part of the meal for me.
Hey, maybe I'm just a low maintenance taitai-in-making. Lol!
Don't get me wrong, I am not putting Au Jardin down. The above paragraph is purely based on my own twisted preferances. :)
Gymming with Cat and Sandra was great yesterday. I finally feel like I'm easing back into a routine.
This is hilarious.
My nick on MSN is "What am I to you? Tell me darling true." (Lyrics from a Norah Jones song.)
Marc comes online and greets me with: "YOU ARE MY MUMMY. My little brown and sexy mommy."
Haha! Talk about late night entertainment.
A little nudge in the wrong direction last night released my pent-up frustration in torrents.
Numbing myself? I don't know.
Fielding off questions.
I'm still running.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
joseph&i-sickchild
joseph&i-sickchild
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
D.O.M and sick child. Hah. I bet I'll be hunted the minute he sees this picture.
irene&i
irene&i
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
A spontaneous picture taken in Bizpark. I look horrible in here, but I think Irene looks really pretty. :)
mejason-smile
mejason-smile
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Jason and I at DON Cafe over at China Square. You know, the one with the chicken pie.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Playing Dress-Up
Playing Dress-Up
The sun streaming in through the window
Angled at the girl tangled in the sheets
In the quiet of the morning
I make believe.
I'm thinking if I should skip POM tutorial. For starters, I never pay attention in tutorials. That and the fact that I'm feeling feverish and lazy. Fell asleep while reading my novel last night. Two times in a row.
I can run, but I sure can't hide can I?
It kinda hurts.
Yet it numbs.
I don't know.
I'm an emotional wreck.
Irritating.
I don't wish to come to terms with my feelings.
I'm not used to this at all.
That sudden stab of jealousy.
And the tears that threatened to fall.
Time to shower. I'm horribly late.
The sun streaming in through the window
Angled at the girl tangled in the sheets
In the quiet of the morning
I make believe.
I'm thinking if I should skip POM tutorial. For starters, I never pay attention in tutorials. That and the fact that I'm feeling feverish and lazy. Fell asleep while reading my novel last night. Two times in a row.
I can run, but I sure can't hide can I?
It kinda hurts.
Yet it numbs.
I don't know.
I'm an emotional wreck.
Irritating.
I don't wish to come to terms with my feelings.
I'm not used to this at all.
That sudden stab of jealousy.
And the tears that threatened to fall.
Time to shower. I'm horribly late.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile?
Lea Salonga - Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile
Fancy meeting you alone in the crowd
Couldn't help but notice your smile
While everybody else around us is going about
Can we just stop and talk awhile?
I've been often told our world's growing old
And that friends are harder to find
Do tell me more about yourself
We could share a thought or two
Now who would mind?
Maybe then we could go for a ride
Drive down to the countryside
Get away from the gray
And frenzied hurly-burly of the city life
Early yet to say what lies ahead
It's the first day of the rest of our lives
Can we just stop and talk awhile
Get to know each other
Who are we to know?
Love could be waiting at the end
'Round that bend and so
Let's stop and talk awhile
Let's stop and talk awhile
20:28. I've been home for almost three hours. I'm soaking in every minute of this evening, for it's been over two weeks since I've been home before nightfall. Almost every day since the HTM Olympics, I've arrived home with only enough time for a shower and a little blogging, before my brain goes on auto shutoff mode.
So, post dinner with my aunt and dad, I sat at the dining table, losing myself in my newly-borrowed Nora Roberts novel and my bar of Fruit&Nut chocolate. The late evening breeze and familiar smell of my neighbour's cooking wafting through the open windows made me appreciate the solitude and my much-needed alone time. Many of life's pleasures are often free. :) (Retail therapy excluded of course, lol.)
As I sat there absorbed in the novel, oblivious to the tv in the background, a little of the self I'd lost in the recent drama-saga steeped into me. My mind's a jumble when I have to put this weird sensation into words. Some phrases of mambo jumbo I hope will explain my point are: burnt orange sunset; thai cuisine; fisherman pants; ethnic cushions; scented candles.
There. My complex mind unravelled. Lol.
Anyway here I am, savouring the two hours of freedom I have before I have to turn in. It's my Saffron proficiency test tomorrow, and I am not at all confident. Haven't got the drive to read up or prepare myself more though - I have zero intention of doing well in SSM. F&B? Nah. Haha!
I've finally had the time to remove my faded nail polish, as well as to put a pore pack and face mask on. Much needed TLC for my body. And the pure satisfaction of seeing the dirt trapped in my pores as I rip off my pore pack is indescribable. It's one of my sinful indulgences, studying the whiteheads on the pore pack. Hah, I'm starting to sound like a freak.
Did a little impromptu shopping after brunch, and I got this pair of straw and coconut shell slip-ons for ten bucks. And someone bought me a pair of turquoise three-quarter drawstring pants. Delightful. Thank you. :)
I love the song. -gestures up- I like to interpret it as taking things slow, and focusing on the simple pleasures instead of being bent on falling in love.
One example I can think of would be a man taking time to talk to a lady, getting to know her soul, instead of taking her straight to bed. Lol.
I dig Filipino music. Makes me think of Bali. Check out Jose Marie Chan and Lea Salonga. They're my favourites. :)
Time to hit the shower, before snuggling in bed to devour the second story in the novel. The MacKade Brothers - Shane. Yum.
Fancy meeting you alone in the crowd
Couldn't help but notice your smile
While everybody else around us is going about
Can we just stop and talk awhile?
I've been often told our world's growing old
And that friends are harder to find
Do tell me more about yourself
We could share a thought or two
Now who would mind?
Maybe then we could go for a ride
Drive down to the countryside
Get away from the gray
And frenzied hurly-burly of the city life
Early yet to say what lies ahead
It's the first day of the rest of our lives
Can we just stop and talk awhile
Get to know each other
Who are we to know?
Love could be waiting at the end
'Round that bend and so
Let's stop and talk awhile
Let's stop and talk awhile
20:28. I've been home for almost three hours. I'm soaking in every minute of this evening, for it's been over two weeks since I've been home before nightfall. Almost every day since the HTM Olympics, I've arrived home with only enough time for a shower and a little blogging, before my brain goes on auto shutoff mode.
So, post dinner with my aunt and dad, I sat at the dining table, losing myself in my newly-borrowed Nora Roberts novel and my bar of Fruit&Nut chocolate. The late evening breeze and familiar smell of my neighbour's cooking wafting through the open windows made me appreciate the solitude and my much-needed alone time. Many of life's pleasures are often free. :) (Retail therapy excluded of course, lol.)
As I sat there absorbed in the novel, oblivious to the tv in the background, a little of the self I'd lost in the recent drama-saga steeped into me. My mind's a jumble when I have to put this weird sensation into words. Some phrases of mambo jumbo I hope will explain my point are: burnt orange sunset; thai cuisine; fisherman pants; ethnic cushions; scented candles.
There. My complex mind unravelled. Lol.
Anyway here I am, savouring the two hours of freedom I have before I have to turn in. It's my Saffron proficiency test tomorrow, and I am not at all confident. Haven't got the drive to read up or prepare myself more though - I have zero intention of doing well in SSM. F&B? Nah. Haha!
I've finally had the time to remove my faded nail polish, as well as to put a pore pack and face mask on. Much needed TLC for my body. And the pure satisfaction of seeing the dirt trapped in my pores as I rip off my pore pack is indescribable. It's one of my sinful indulgences, studying the whiteheads on the pore pack. Hah, I'm starting to sound like a freak.
Did a little impromptu shopping after brunch, and I got this pair of straw and coconut shell slip-ons for ten bucks. And someone bought me a pair of turquoise three-quarter drawstring pants. Delightful. Thank you. :)
I love the song. -gestures up- I like to interpret it as taking things slow, and focusing on the simple pleasures instead of being bent on falling in love.
One example I can think of would be a man taking time to talk to a lady, getting to know her soul, instead of taking her straight to bed. Lol.
I dig Filipino music. Makes me think of Bali. Check out Jose Marie Chan and Lea Salonga. They're my favourites. :)
Time to hit the shower, before snuggling in bed to devour the second story in the novel. The MacKade Brothers - Shane. Yum.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Pieces of Me
Pieces of Me
How can I try to explain
The wave of emotions
Washing over me
It's getting harder to breathe.
I know what you want
Something that would require turning back
Try as I might, I can't seem to give
For this free-spirit won't cease to exist.
You have made me learn that comfort
Exists in many different forms
Two people who mean the world to me
I wish for you both to be free.
What if that man was my dad? The similarities were uncanny - the built, the face. His children are all abroad, and all he's got is his wife. The tantrums and need for attention are perfectly justified.
I hate to think and speculate. It makes me hesitant to pursue my future.
How can I try to explain
The wave of emotions
Washing over me
It's getting harder to breathe.
I know what you want
Something that would require turning back
Try as I might, I can't seem to give
For this free-spirit won't cease to exist.
You have made me learn that comfort
Exists in many different forms
Two people who mean the world to me
I wish for you both to be free.
What if that man was my dad? The similarities were uncanny - the built, the face. His children are all abroad, and all he's got is his wife. The tantrums and need for attention are perfectly justified.
I hate to think and speculate. It makes me hesitant to pursue my future.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Flower In My Hair
Flower In My Hair
"Even though we spent the day together, I really enjoyed the past hour and a half, because that's when you're really here in this place."
Impactful. And true. I guess my mind's sorta drifting in different directions. I find it a little hard to focus on whatever is in front of me, or should I say, distractions come easily?
Explored Holland Village yesterday, and despite what we agreed on, we ended up having dinner at N.Y.D.C. Kinda unadventurous I know, but we had to think of our wallets as well. I'd love to dine at Foster's one day. The alfresco dining is woah. Very meet the Focker-ish. Lol. But it was way way way out of our budget.
Caught Hitch today. Man, it is a bloody good show. It's one of those I'd buy and watch it over and over. Yum. Had a late dinner at Beer, Coffee & Tea Bar after walking through the Meridien "flea market". It felt nice, curling up on the couch, sharing good food and conversation. And yes, Jason's right. Our time at the bar was when I was distraction-free, and 101% focused on him.
Movie Under The Stars tomorrow. I predict it'd be fun. Till then, it's good night to the stars.
"Even though we spent the day together, I really enjoyed the past hour and a half, because that's when you're really here in this place."
Impactful. And true. I guess my mind's sorta drifting in different directions. I find it a little hard to focus on whatever is in front of me, or should I say, distractions come easily?
Explored Holland Village yesterday, and despite what we agreed on, we ended up having dinner at N.Y.D.C. Kinda unadventurous I know, but we had to think of our wallets as well. I'd love to dine at Foster's one day. The alfresco dining is woah. Very meet the Focker-ish. Lol. But it was way way way out of our budget.
Caught Hitch today. Man, it is a bloody good show. It's one of those I'd buy and watch it over and over. Yum. Had a late dinner at Beer, Coffee & Tea Bar after walking through the Meridien "flea market". It felt nice, curling up on the couch, sharing good food and conversation. And yes, Jason's right. Our time at the bar was when I was distraction-free, and 101% focused on him.
Movie Under The Stars tomorrow. I predict it'd be fun. Till then, it's good night to the stars.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins
She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir can you help me?
It's cold and I've no where to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but she's trying
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in this
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise.
Heard this song on the radio in the morning, on the bus ride to school. Please do read the lyrics, don't skim through. It's amazingly touching.
The situation of vagabonds is prolly on a much greater scale in the States, but we shouldn't be oblivious to those around us as well. I can't say I don't doubt some of their credibility at times, but we really don't know what fortune we have.
It's time to start appreciating the simple things in life.
I remember Mr. Joseph telling us during Saffron on Monday, that despite being in the hospitality industry, he wasn't into dining at fine-dining restaurants. "What's the point of dining when you can't do what you enjoy doing?"
I can't agree more. He told us that his greatest pleasure in life was sitting at the coffeeshop reading the newspaper, a leg cocked up on the chair, with a prata and a cup of tea.
Mine's snuggling into my blanket on the couch on a rainy day, Nickelodeon on the tv, a good chick lit novel, a cup of warm milk, and a handful of chocolate chip oatmeal raisins.
Sweet dreams. :)
She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir can you help me?
It's cold and I've no where to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but she's trying
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in this
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
And me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cause it's just another day for you
You and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise.
Heard this song on the radio in the morning, on the bus ride to school. Please do read the lyrics, don't skim through. It's amazingly touching.
The situation of vagabonds is prolly on a much greater scale in the States, but we shouldn't be oblivious to those around us as well. I can't say I don't doubt some of their credibility at times, but we really don't know what fortune we have.
It's time to start appreciating the simple things in life.
I remember Mr. Joseph telling us during Saffron on Monday, that despite being in the hospitality industry, he wasn't into dining at fine-dining restaurants. "What's the point of dining when you can't do what you enjoy doing?"
I can't agree more. He told us that his greatest pleasure in life was sitting at the coffeeshop reading the newspaper, a leg cocked up on the chair, with a prata and a cup of tea.
Mine's snuggling into my blanket on the couch on a rainy day, Nickelodeon on the tv, a good chick lit novel, a cup of warm milk, and a handful of chocolate chip oatmeal raisins.
Sweet dreams. :)
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Hello Stranger
Hello Stranger
I feel isolated from blogging. I don't know why, but I've been exhausted recently. My brain has developed this automatic shut-off mode at 23:00, and I start mumbling nonsense thereafter. Lol.
This is gonna be a short entry, 'cos it is a race against time. I'm currently in the school lab, having completed my T&T quiz. Did pretty well, considering I didn't quite study. :)
Attended Norah Jones' concert at Suntec on Sunday night. Ah. I don't know if she really is that accomplished a singer, but listening to her live felt no different from listening to her CD. It was that perfect.
The highlight for me was when she sang "What Am I To You". The familiar tune and lyrics brought back forgotten emotions and opened the floodgates. The tears flowed. Thank God the convention hall was pitch dark.
Jones has got a quirky sense of humour, just like me! Which explained why I was one of the few laughing at her jokes, amidst weird looks from Jason. She talked about dating Elmo from Sesame Street, and even asked us to sing along and put the "sing" into SINGapore. Lol. She's very much different from the brooding nerdy performer I expected her to be. Worlds apart. I like her.
And did I mention that one of her guitar players played like he was having a 5-minute orgasm? Haha!
I think we made the right decision last night. Giving up something momentarily fleeting for a friendship that means the world to me is the best thing I can ever do, I think. I've been handling things too wrong for too long. Time to get out of the rut babe.
Later peeps.
I feel isolated from blogging. I don't know why, but I've been exhausted recently. My brain has developed this automatic shut-off mode at 23:00, and I start mumbling nonsense thereafter. Lol.
This is gonna be a short entry, 'cos it is a race against time. I'm currently in the school lab, having completed my T&T quiz. Did pretty well, considering I didn't quite study. :)
Attended Norah Jones' concert at Suntec on Sunday night. Ah. I don't know if she really is that accomplished a singer, but listening to her live felt no different from listening to her CD. It was that perfect.
The highlight for me was when she sang "What Am I To You". The familiar tune and lyrics brought back forgotten emotions and opened the floodgates. The tears flowed. Thank God the convention hall was pitch dark.
Jones has got a quirky sense of humour, just like me! Which explained why I was one of the few laughing at her jokes, amidst weird looks from Jason. She talked about dating Elmo from Sesame Street, and even asked us to sing along and put the "sing" into SINGapore. Lol. She's very much different from the brooding nerdy performer I expected her to be. Worlds apart. I like her.
And did I mention that one of her guitar players played like he was having a 5-minute orgasm? Haha!
I think we made the right decision last night. Giving up something momentarily fleeting for a friendship that means the world to me is the best thing I can ever do, I think. I've been handling things too wrong for too long. Time to get out of the rut babe.
Later peeps.
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