Decadent Memories
It was when I subconsciously played Something About You on the piano just an hour ago that I decided to play Corrinne May's album after months. Listening to the song transports me back to 2003, when I was still a poly freshman.
Memories can be so vivid. I almost felt like I was 17 again. Ah. That heart-pounding excitement of falling in love.
Something About You
Don't know what you do to me
But everytime I'm with you it's a natural high
It's like re-discovering Eden
With chocolate-coated rainbows and cotton candy skies
And everytime you look my way
I wish I had the guts to say
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
I think I'll hire Cupid
He'll make you see I'm more than your friend
You'll be tossing and turning
Counting the hours till you see me again
And when we meet you'll kiss my hand
And say the words I've longed to hear
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
Do you believe in fate?
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Even When Inspiration Doesn't Strike
Currently playing: Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
The title says it all. I don't feel like I've got a prospective topic to blog about, but having spent 9 hours in front of the telly, I feel compelled to do something more constructive.
Let's start with something mundane.
I attempted the Reebok Sweat Factory dance video in the morning, before settling myself comfortably into the couch past noon.
Talked to my bitch for awhile, and sometime in the 5 minute conversation, she convinced me that we were going to bake strawberry muffins together during the weekend. Haha. I'd probably bring them as snacks on my bus-ride to Tioman.
Watched and practised yoga standing poses in the afternoon when my back started to feel stiff. In case you're wondering, I got my assortment of exercise videos while recce-ing Chinatown for S.T.U.M.P.E.D. I don't know if I'll ever play the video again; it's kinda slow moving.
The 30 minutes I spent doing yoga was the last of any prominent physical activity today. I was back on the couch till ten, lol.
Oh yes. I finally managed to watch the renowned Sleepless in Seattle. All the romantic flicks I've seen pale in comparison to it.
I've got a confession to make. I cried (came somewhat close to bawling actually) when Scott sang Luther Vandross' Dance With My Father. For once, I was appreciative of the emotion he put into his singing.
The song always gets to me, especially the part about his mom dying to dance with the father again.
And now, especially for you my reader, the lyrics.
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that'd never never end
Cause I'd love love love, to dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her
And I'd hear how my momma cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back
The only man she loved.
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
My greatest fear in life is losing my loved ones. It's scary knowing that one day,they will no longer be part of my life anymore.
Some cheerful news on the other hand is that I am officially going off to Tioman for my holiday. Even my obstinate mother gave me the go-ahead today, just 3 days before I leave. I am quite a handful am I not? :)
Currently playing: Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
The title says it all. I don't feel like I've got a prospective topic to blog about, but having spent 9 hours in front of the telly, I feel compelled to do something more constructive.
Let's start with something mundane.
I attempted the Reebok Sweat Factory dance video in the morning, before settling myself comfortably into the couch past noon.
Talked to my bitch for awhile, and sometime in the 5 minute conversation, she convinced me that we were going to bake strawberry muffins together during the weekend. Haha. I'd probably bring them as snacks on my bus-ride to Tioman.
Watched and practised yoga standing poses in the afternoon when my back started to feel stiff. In case you're wondering, I got my assortment of exercise videos while recce-ing Chinatown for S.T.U.M.P.E.D. I don't know if I'll ever play the video again; it's kinda slow moving.
The 30 minutes I spent doing yoga was the last of any prominent physical activity today. I was back on the couch till ten, lol.
Oh yes. I finally managed to watch the renowned Sleepless in Seattle. All the romantic flicks I've seen pale in comparison to it.
I've got a confession to make. I cried (came somewhat close to bawling actually) when Scott sang Luther Vandross' Dance With My Father. For once, I was appreciative of the emotion he put into his singing.
The song always gets to me, especially the part about his mom dying to dance with the father again.
And now, especially for you my reader, the lyrics.
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that'd never never end
Cause I'd love love love, to dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her
And I'd hear how my momma cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back
The only man she loved.
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
My greatest fear in life is losing my loved ones. It's scary knowing that one day,they will no longer be part of my life anymore.
Some cheerful news on the other hand is that I am officially going off to Tioman for my holiday. Even my obstinate mother gave me the go-ahead today, just 3 days before I leave. I am quite a handful am I not? :)
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
A New Chapter: Main Comm No More
A New Chapter: Main Committee No More
I know, the title really is cheesy, but I can't think of a more appropriate one.
Today was the day the main committee of HTMIG AY04/05 officially stepped down. It was a torrent of emotions for me - anxiety; grief; joy; regret; relief; and I hate to say this, indifference.
When we stepped up to our posts last year, I was almost certain I would cry my heart out when the time came for me to step down. Then again, things almost never stay the same.
The 2 years I've spent in the HTMIG has probably moulded me more than poly life ever would. The memories are bittersweet - a mixture of good and bad. But at the end of the day, the good stands out, as the bad fades away.
As Fagan and I conducted the election today, it felt as if it was just yesterday that I was a timid sub-comm member who was afraid to speak my mind.
I can hardly believe that the days of chionging activity preparations till late into the night; late dinners opposite school; and a whole lot of bonding are now over. HTMIG was and will always be a major milestone in my life.
I'll miss my 7 other now ex-main comm members more than anybody else. :)
And the souvenir from the sub-committee touched my soul. At times, I felt like I made the worst vice-president ever, but some words made me sit up and go, "Was I really that good?"
HTMIG Main Committee AY 05/06, the ball is in your court. :)
Oh my, this is getting sappy.
Attended the SIP Launch in the morning, and it sure did hype me up for my internship. I can barely wait till I begin my stint at the Communications department in Sentosa!
It really is a miraculous opportunity, for writing has got little to do with hospitality. That is why I am really grateful to be able to live out this dream on a hospitality internship program.
Then again, I don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna start my SIP prepared for the worst. I'm gonna start it with an open mind.
I borrowed a book from Toa Payoh Library today, using Jason's card. (I have yet to pay my fines, haha.)
The book's titled... Sweet Valley Twins and Friends - Boys Against Girls.
Call me childish if you wish, but Sweet Valley is the best series I have ever read in my entire life. I was absolutely devastated when they stopped publications.
One day, when I am bloody loaded, I'll pay up to thousands for the whole series, if I can find it that is.
I'm running on my energy reserves actually. I couldn't get to sleep till past midnight, and considering that I had to be up at 5.45 in the morning, I am bushed.
Night world.
I know, the title really is cheesy, but I can't think of a more appropriate one.
Today was the day the main committee of HTMIG AY04/05 officially stepped down. It was a torrent of emotions for me - anxiety; grief; joy; regret; relief; and I hate to say this, indifference.
When we stepped up to our posts last year, I was almost certain I would cry my heart out when the time came for me to step down. Then again, things almost never stay the same.
The 2 years I've spent in the HTMIG has probably moulded me more than poly life ever would. The memories are bittersweet - a mixture of good and bad. But at the end of the day, the good stands out, as the bad fades away.
As Fagan and I conducted the election today, it felt as if it was just yesterday that I was a timid sub-comm member who was afraid to speak my mind.
I can hardly believe that the days of chionging activity preparations till late into the night; late dinners opposite school; and a whole lot of bonding are now over. HTMIG was and will always be a major milestone in my life.
I'll miss my 7 other now ex-main comm members more than anybody else. :)
And the souvenir from the sub-committee touched my soul. At times, I felt like I made the worst vice-president ever, but some words made me sit up and go, "Was I really that good?"
HTMIG Main Committee AY 05/06, the ball is in your court. :)
Oh my, this is getting sappy.
Attended the SIP Launch in the morning, and it sure did hype me up for my internship. I can barely wait till I begin my stint at the Communications department in Sentosa!
It really is a miraculous opportunity, for writing has got little to do with hospitality. That is why I am really grateful to be able to live out this dream on a hospitality internship program.
Then again, I don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna start my SIP prepared for the worst. I'm gonna start it with an open mind.
I borrowed a book from Toa Payoh Library today, using Jason's card. (I have yet to pay my fines, haha.)
The book's titled... Sweet Valley Twins and Friends - Boys Against Girls.
Call me childish if you wish, but Sweet Valley is the best series I have ever read in my entire life. I was absolutely devastated when they stopped publications.
One day, when I am bloody loaded, I'll pay up to thousands for the whole series, if I can find it that is.
I'm running on my energy reserves actually. I couldn't get to sleep till past midnight, and considering that I had to be up at 5.45 in the morning, I am bushed.
Night world.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Slipping Back Into Routine
Back From the "Great" Outdoors
I've finally decided to pop Kitaro's cd into my player.
(This will not be a philosophical entry. The heat has fried my brains.)
The 3-day Outdoor Wedding Show is finally over. If you think being under a flimsy tent under the scorching heat isn't enough, try wearing black formal pants. It was the ultimate sweat-athon for all of us. All three nights, I couldn't wait to jump into the shower to wash off the day's accumulated stickiness.
It was quite an experience actually, pitting ourselves against the various wedding service providers.
Got to chat with the girls from Esther Clinique (got myself a free eyebrow trim) and the photographers at the booth beside us; exchanged fruits and drinks with the staff of Mercure Hotel; and made friends with the people from Purple Romance gifts. Saw Vernetta Lopez at her booth, Freesia & Cream too. She's rather gorgeous in real life.
Spending 3 days under the close to unbearable heat has made me decide to avoid the sun until my beach holiday next Monday.
Countdown to SIP Launch: 34 hours
Countdown to official attachment letter: God knows.
Returned to the gym this morning after a 6 day hiatus. It felt good to sweat it out (in gym wear) and to get the blood pumping. I attempted a Cindy Crawford exercise video last Friday that left my hamstrings aching till today. And she seemed to execute the one hour workout effortlessly without breaking a sweat. It's no wonder she's a supermodel, lol.
Lunched with Jason at Thai Express, and bumped into Mr. Sick Child Joseph at Heeren where we were going to source for CD deals. That guy's still the same SK II model, lol.
Headed home after that to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up just in time to watch Hey Arnold. Love that cartoon. Spent most of my evening watching 2 hours of hilarious sitcoms - Some show on Channel 5 I can't remember; F.R.I.E.N.D.S.; Still Standing and Grounded For Life. All hail the couch potato!
Spent less than 30 minutes practising for tomorrow's piano lesson. It almost slipped my mind again, haha. Think my teacher would have been really pissed if that were to happen. It'd have been the third time, haha. I'm kinda bored of my exam pieces and scales and rondos. Sigh.
The in-laws are coming over for dinner tomorrow. I wonder if I'll have time to disguise the debris in my room. Like my primary school teacher would have said, "It looks like a tornado has swept through it, leaving a trail of destruction behind." Lol.
I've finally finished the huge bag of M&Ms Green Bear got me. Feeling a little sick now actually. Haha. Like they say, too much of a good thing ain't good.
Off to brush my teeth. Night world. :)
I've finally decided to pop Kitaro's cd into my player.
(This will not be a philosophical entry. The heat has fried my brains.)
The 3-day Outdoor Wedding Show is finally over. If you think being under a flimsy tent under the scorching heat isn't enough, try wearing black formal pants. It was the ultimate sweat-athon for all of us. All three nights, I couldn't wait to jump into the shower to wash off the day's accumulated stickiness.
It was quite an experience actually, pitting ourselves against the various wedding service providers.
Got to chat with the girls from Esther Clinique (got myself a free eyebrow trim) and the photographers at the booth beside us; exchanged fruits and drinks with the staff of Mercure Hotel; and made friends with the people from Purple Romance gifts. Saw Vernetta Lopez at her booth, Freesia & Cream too. She's rather gorgeous in real life.
Spending 3 days under the close to unbearable heat has made me decide to avoid the sun until my beach holiday next Monday.
Countdown to SIP Launch: 34 hours
Countdown to official attachment letter: God knows.
Returned to the gym this morning after a 6 day hiatus. It felt good to sweat it out (in gym wear) and to get the blood pumping. I attempted a Cindy Crawford exercise video last Friday that left my hamstrings aching till today. And she seemed to execute the one hour workout effortlessly without breaking a sweat. It's no wonder she's a supermodel, lol.
Lunched with Jason at Thai Express, and bumped into Mr. Sick Child Joseph at Heeren where we were going to source for CD deals. That guy's still the same SK II model, lol.
Headed home after that to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up just in time to watch Hey Arnold. Love that cartoon. Spent most of my evening watching 2 hours of hilarious sitcoms - Some show on Channel 5 I can't remember; F.R.I.E.N.D.S.; Still Standing and Grounded For Life. All hail the couch potato!
Spent less than 30 minutes practising for tomorrow's piano lesson. It almost slipped my mind again, haha. Think my teacher would have been really pissed if that were to happen. It'd have been the third time, haha. I'm kinda bored of my exam pieces and scales and rondos. Sigh.
The in-laws are coming over for dinner tomorrow. I wonder if I'll have time to disguise the debris in my room. Like my primary school teacher would have said, "It looks like a tornado has swept through it, leaving a trail of destruction behind." Lol.
I've finally finished the huge bag of M&Ms Green Bear got me. Feeling a little sick now actually. Haha. Like they say, too much of a good thing ain't good.
Off to brush my teeth. Night world. :)
Friday, April 22, 2005
Our World - An Urban Jungle
Our World - An Urban Jungle
The winning photo from Yahoo's competition. Photo courtesy of yahoo.com
The winning photo from Yahoo's competition. Photo courtesy of yahoo.com
Happy Earth Day dear readers. :)
Earth Day Trivia: 100 million trees are felled each year to produce junk mail.
How's that for a wake-up call?
It's kinda scary, the way natural life is depleted to give way to the rise of modernization. Then again, it is pretty difficult to imagine us living the Tarzan and Jane lifestyles on an unspoiled Earth.
I don't think many of us would be able to rough it out living in a jungle, with the many species of wildlife around us. The possibility of us scaring ourselves to death with the various types of diseases we could contract from bites would probably be higher than that of us being eaten alive by a tiger. Now now, what should we blame or thank for the knowledge, but modernization?
I think one of the reasons our early ancestors were able to live the caveman lifestyle is because there was no information of such diseases available to scare them. They probably thought of the tarantula as their friend, whereas we now think of it as our foe.
I once read a book about Neanderthals - the people some scientists believe humans evolved from. One characteristic of Neanderthals is that they do not have well developed voiceboxes. Indian folklore believed that every living thing has a soul, and Neanderthals thus had no need for voiceboxes as they communicated through their souls with the other souls of nature.
It's quite mystical, the way the natural world works.
I've always liked nature - its beauty is tangible, yet intangible when you wish to possess it. I've always wanted to rough it out and be one with nature, but I'm not as gungho as I'd like to be. A moth is enough to send me screaming. 'Nough said.
Earth Day aside, I spent most of my day at the Outdoor Wedding Show at Fort Canning. Bk, Cat, Dawn and I were helping my brother out with his booth at the exhibition.
Now, when the scorching sunlight gave way to the cool dusk, the place came alive, just like a scene from a fairytale. Fairylights twinkled, and love songs filled the evening air. What better accessories to such a sight, but the many couples in love who were planning to take the next step to eternal commitment?
At certain parts of the evening, it seemed as if the evening air carried the scent of the sea, and we all felt as if we were at a beach resort. Wished I was in a sarong skirt though!
My description doesn't do the exhibition justice. Come on down to Fort Canning to see the beauty for yourself. Admission is free. :)
The Other Four-Lettered Word
One is the f-word profanity I'm sure we are all familiar with; and the other, a less obscene opposite.
Say, if you hate someone, you'd go, "F*** you."
But, if you like someone, you'd go, "Love you."
Almost every blog I've visited recently has got an entry about love - in love; out of it; wanting it; wanting to get out of it. It's kinda brain-washing actually, so I figured I'd give my two cents worth as well.
I've been reading the blogs of a lesser-known public figure and his wife, (yah, I'm kaypoh, so what?) and amidst all the angst about love around me, their entries are like a sanctuary, forming a cage against the terrible notions of love. It is a realisation that idealism does exist. :)
Despite being a romantic at heart, idealism has its limits stretched in the romance novels I savour. Perfect woman; handsome man; no lying; no cheating; no problems at all. And if that ain't idealistic enough, the lady, even after childbirth, still remains a sexy siren who has her husband enraptured forever. Wow. Haha. But it is this bubblegum sweetness that keeps me hooked, for everybody needs a little something to believe in.
What is love to you? This question is the ultimate epitome of ambiguity. Ponder upon it.
Common answers include
"An elderly couple holding hands." and
"Giving him the cream side of an Oreo."
I had a tarot reading done last July at a beach carnival when I was having pretty bad relationship problems, and I asked for advice if I should stay or go. I shan't go into detail, but the cards actually foretold the future. I remember picking out the card of a page, and below's the gist of conversation from my memory.
Lady: "This means there is someone out there whom you'll have a lasting relationship with."
Me: "Where?"
Lady: "Near."
Me: "So it means I should give up on my current relationship?"
Lady: "It's your call, but time apart would do good." -gestures to the Patience card-
A notion struck me just as I was about to leave the booth.
Me: "Could the page be my current boyfriend?"
Lady: "It's not impossible, but you have to be patient."
I am not a believer of such readings, but I can't deny the fact that the reading was pretty accurate. Driving each other nuts; temptation; time apart... been there, done that! Haha.
I stopped believing in love for a period of time, doing whatever I could to encage myself and nurse my wounds. That period of abstinence is over though, lol.
Love is all about the little things, unique to every relationship.
The way he rubs his eye; the way she wrinkles her nose; the way you both look out for each other when crossing the road.
Love is a cliche, as well as a double-edged sword.
In exchange for love, you lose your independence.
In exchange for trust, you gain dependence.
Love nurtures as people grow.
Love to me is like a box of Godiva pralines - comfort food at its best. :)
One is the f-word profanity I'm sure we are all familiar with; and the other, a less obscene opposite.
Say, if you hate someone, you'd go, "F*** you."
But, if you like someone, you'd go, "Love you."
Almost every blog I've visited recently has got an entry about love - in love; out of it; wanting it; wanting to get out of it. It's kinda brain-washing actually, so I figured I'd give my two cents worth as well.
I've been reading the blogs of a lesser-known public figure and his wife, (yah, I'm kaypoh, so what?) and amidst all the angst about love around me, their entries are like a sanctuary, forming a cage against the terrible notions of love. It is a realisation that idealism does exist. :)
Despite being a romantic at heart, idealism has its limits stretched in the romance novels I savour. Perfect woman; handsome man; no lying; no cheating; no problems at all. And if that ain't idealistic enough, the lady, even after childbirth, still remains a sexy siren who has her husband enraptured forever. Wow. Haha. But it is this bubblegum sweetness that keeps me hooked, for everybody needs a little something to believe in.
What is love to you? This question is the ultimate epitome of ambiguity. Ponder upon it.
Common answers include
"An elderly couple holding hands." and
"Giving him the cream side of an Oreo."
I had a tarot reading done last July at a beach carnival when I was having pretty bad relationship problems, and I asked for advice if I should stay or go. I shan't go into detail, but the cards actually foretold the future. I remember picking out the card of a page, and below's the gist of conversation from my memory.
Lady: "This means there is someone out there whom you'll have a lasting relationship with."
Me: "Where?"
Lady: "Near."
Me: "So it means I should give up on my current relationship?"
Lady: "It's your call, but time apart would do good." -gestures to the Patience card-
A notion struck me just as I was about to leave the booth.
Me: "Could the page be my current boyfriend?"
Lady: "It's not impossible, but you have to be patient."
I am not a believer of such readings, but I can't deny the fact that the reading was pretty accurate. Driving each other nuts; temptation; time apart... been there, done that! Haha.
I stopped believing in love for a period of time, doing whatever I could to encage myself and nurse my wounds. That period of abstinence is over though, lol.
Love is all about the little things, unique to every relationship.
The way he rubs his eye; the way she wrinkles her nose; the way you both look out for each other when crossing the road.
Love is a cliche, as well as a double-edged sword.
In exchange for love, you lose your independence.
In exchange for trust, you gain dependence.
Love nurtures as people grow.
Love to me is like a box of Godiva pralines - comfort food at its best. :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Scents Good To Me
Scents Good To Me
When Esprit first launched their new fragrance line a couple of years back, they came up with this fabulous animated video, centering on a pretty yoga teacher and her friends. The series used to be available at www.scentsgoodtome.com but alas, it seems to have been removed along with their line. Haha.
When Esprit first launched their new fragrance line a couple of years back, they came up with this fabulous animated video, centering on a pretty yoga teacher and her friends. The series used to be available at www.scentsgoodtome.com but alas, it seems to have been removed along with their line. Haha.
Top 5 Scents
- Suntan lotion
- Flower by Kenzo
- Clean laundry
- Rain
- Chlorine (From the swimming pool. I'm not some psycho chemical sniffer.)
I'm into this whole new-age alternative music mood today. If I were to light some scented candles and sit really still amidst the Kitaro track playing in the background, I might just start levitating! Okay, bad joke. I love Kitaro's music. My favourite tracks are Shimmering Horizon and Island of Life. The first song's in the CD which I'm too lazy to pop into my player, and the second in my other computer account, which is infected by a malicious virus. The perils of us new-age types, haha!
My twisted sense of humour is proof of what becomes of a human after too many music videos and sitcoms. I am making a habit of sitting in front of the tv for more than 8 hours in a row.
I've been thinking of redecorating my room. Sod it. Make it bulldozing and rebuilding it. It is full of dust and dirt and nonsense, and I fear if I were to not get rid of it some day in the near future, my room will soon represent what my brain contains.
I've always imagined scraping my computer table and tv set, and to replace the corner with an ethnic rug and jewel-toned cushions. Like a new-age boho corner. Alas, that image will remain in my imagination, until I get myself a laptop (so I can scrape the table). I am an extremely lazy person.
And I cannot deny the fact that such beautiful creations exist only in my mind. I've got hands which practically spell "AHHHHH she sucks at art." :)
Oh yeah. Caught The Pacifier in the morning. I loved it, nonsense and all.
Shit. The nonsense in my room is starting to be reflected in my brain!!
Isn't this such a freak entry? Haha. Time to get some shut-eye.
Monday, April 18, 2005
When Bimbos Do Philosophy
My previous post has somehow failed to bring across the essence of my thoughts. Guess the sleepy brain had something to do with it.
Having spent over 8 hours almost inactive on the school benches with the IG main com, I can almost hear my shoulders and back yell out profanities. (Inactive I might have been, but my imagination sure ain't, haha.) My hunger pangs were unsuitable for rice when I arrived home, but milk bread with milo made for an equally satisfying meal. I love bread. :)
Much to my back's chagrin, I spent an hour after dinner at my piano, practising for tomorrow's lesson. Hah, it's been too long since I've last been this disciplined.
Ah yes. One thing I have failed to mention for about a week is that I have caught Lifehouse's You and Me mtv a dozen times. Jason Wade, you melt my soul. -swoons-
I meant this to be a philosophical entry, but I just can't remember what it was I wanted to bitch about. Lol.
One thing though: Have you guys ever met someone who looked so full of themself all you feel like doing is bite their head off? Hah. The word I'd use is yaya-papaya. Lol!
My previous post has somehow failed to bring across the essence of my thoughts. Guess the sleepy brain had something to do with it.
Having spent over 8 hours almost inactive on the school benches with the IG main com, I can almost hear my shoulders and back yell out profanities. (Inactive I might have been, but my imagination sure ain't, haha.) My hunger pangs were unsuitable for rice when I arrived home, but milk bread with milo made for an equally satisfying meal. I love bread. :)
Much to my back's chagrin, I spent an hour after dinner at my piano, practising for tomorrow's lesson. Hah, it's been too long since I've last been this disciplined.
Ah yes. One thing I have failed to mention for about a week is that I have caught Lifehouse's You and Me mtv a dozen times. Jason Wade, you melt my soul. -swoons-
I meant this to be a philosophical entry, but I just can't remember what it was I wanted to bitch about. Lol.
One thing though: Have you guys ever met someone who looked so full of themself all you feel like doing is bite their head off? Hah. The word I'd use is yaya-papaya. Lol!
My Thoughts Come At Midnight
I'm having hiccup attacks so bad, I fear I may go into seizure anytime. Haha, just kidding. They are really quite bad though, and I'm glad I'm at home. It might get pretty embarrassing if I were in public. People may possibly mistake me as a loony doing a crazy neck-bopping dance. Not sure how many of you would be able to picture what I am trying to describe, but I assure you it will be a pretty funny image. Lol.
It's 30 minutes past midnight, and I don't think my body's gonna be grateful to me for staying up so late to type this entry, considering I have to be up by 7.15 in the morning.
I think I broke my track record today. I watched tv all the way from 1340hrs to 0005hrs. That makes 10 hours and 25 minutes. Watched MTV Spring Break for most part of the afternoon, followed by two movies with Green Bear - Notting Hill and Kate & Leopold. I promptly continued my mtv marathon after the movies, haha.
Here's the moment of reflection that made me want to forgo my sleep to write an entry. (Man, I make myself sound too noble sometimes, haha.)
I made my decision last night. I've been running too far, and I've been holding on to the trump card for way too long.
Of course, choices never come cheap.
Giving up the free-spirited late nights for mellower days, and adjusting back to my previous home-girl lifestyle.
Friend. A word so common, it can be used to describe an acquaintance, as well as your best friend who knows you so well, she could pass off as your long-lost sister.
One thing I've reflected upon and decided is that I unknowingly slip into this whole new persona around certain people. Smiling comes automatically, but somehow not genuinely. I think it'd be what people call socialising.
Well, I don't think I like socialising that much.
Hanging out with my bitch of late made me realise how much I missed being myself, and how much I missed not having to flash uncomfortable smiles. It takes a certain comfortable chemistry to be completely at ease, and I am so darn glad I've got her. Despite the distance, our connection's unbelievable. :)
Another kind of friendship thrives on physical intimacy, you know, the friend you'd go to for a hug, or whose affection you best express through actions.
It is perhaps human nature to be self-delusional, but I think it would be a mistake to think that being totally comfortable to hug a friend equals being comfortable with that person on an emotional level.
I probably haven't done a good job in expressing my views on this matter, so it ain't as bad as I'm making it to be. And of course, my dissection is purely personal, and I am definitely not using the above paragraphs as propaganda.
Dissecting issues the way I do isn't really that healthy , thus I suggest you do not try this at home.
I'm having hiccup attacks so bad, I fear I may go into seizure anytime. Haha, just kidding. They are really quite bad though, and I'm glad I'm at home. It might get pretty embarrassing if I were in public. People may possibly mistake me as a loony doing a crazy neck-bopping dance. Not sure how many of you would be able to picture what I am trying to describe, but I assure you it will be a pretty funny image. Lol.
It's 30 minutes past midnight, and I don't think my body's gonna be grateful to me for staying up so late to type this entry, considering I have to be up by 7.15 in the morning.
I think I broke my track record today. I watched tv all the way from 1340hrs to 0005hrs. That makes 10 hours and 25 minutes. Watched MTV Spring Break for most part of the afternoon, followed by two movies with Green Bear - Notting Hill and Kate & Leopold. I promptly continued my mtv marathon after the movies, haha.
Here's the moment of reflection that made me want to forgo my sleep to write an entry. (Man, I make myself sound too noble sometimes, haha.)
I made my decision last night. I've been running too far, and I've been holding on to the trump card for way too long.
Of course, choices never come cheap.
Giving up the free-spirited late nights for mellower days, and adjusting back to my previous home-girl lifestyle.
Friend. A word so common, it can be used to describe an acquaintance, as well as your best friend who knows you so well, she could pass off as your long-lost sister.
One thing I've reflected upon and decided is that I unknowingly slip into this whole new persona around certain people. Smiling comes automatically, but somehow not genuinely. I think it'd be what people call socialising.
Well, I don't think I like socialising that much.
Hanging out with my bitch of late made me realise how much I missed being myself, and how much I missed not having to flash uncomfortable smiles. It takes a certain comfortable chemistry to be completely at ease, and I am so darn glad I've got her. Despite the distance, our connection's unbelievable. :)
Another kind of friendship thrives on physical intimacy, you know, the friend you'd go to for a hug, or whose affection you best express through actions.
It is perhaps human nature to be self-delusional, but I think it would be a mistake to think that being totally comfortable to hug a friend equals being comfortable with that person on an emotional level.
I probably haven't done a good job in expressing my views on this matter, so it ain't as bad as I'm making it to be. And of course, my dissection is purely personal, and I am definitely not using the above paragraphs as propaganda.
Dissecting issues the way I do isn't really that healthy , thus I suggest you do not try this at home.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Shaking That Booty's Not My Thang
A part of me's wishing I'm over at the club livin' it up with Marc and Ede, but haha, I'm gonna give the both of them some alone time. Lol. (I'm creating unwanted rumours. Ignore me.)
I'm not much of a dancer anyway. Actually, I think I can be almost anything but a dancer!
Need the sleep too; I gotta be at ROM at ten tomorrow to help my brother out with the exhibition. I'll have BK, Cat and Dawn for company though, so it's all good. :)
Was doing a little blog surfing prior to writing this entry, when BAM, I chanced upon one of those blogs which made me go, "Woah, this girl can write." The initial fascination soon wore off and I found myself skimming through her interesting but somewhat wordy entries.
Wordy. My entries sure are guilty of that. Do you guys skim through my entries?
What an egoistic question to ask, but I wanna know the answer nonetheless.
That brings my boggled mind to the purpose of blogging.
Is it a personal outlet; a form of communication with whoever out there is interested, allowing others a peek into my life; or is it something more?
I'm not gonna ponder. Doubt I'd find an answer that would satisfy me, lol.
There's something I'd like to share, though it's somewhat obscene and the language's not something you'd normally find on my blog.
It's hilarious though, haha.
Me: Love me tender, love me sweet, lalalalala.
Green Bear: Suck my horny prick. It rhymes.
Pardon me.
On a tamer note, I paid the full amount for my beach holiday in the afternoon. I'm gonna scrimp through the next two weeks and go crazy afterward. :)
A part of me's wishing I'm over at the club livin' it up with Marc and Ede, but haha, I'm gonna give the both of them some alone time. Lol. (I'm creating unwanted rumours. Ignore me.)
I'm not much of a dancer anyway. Actually, I think I can be almost anything but a dancer!
Need the sleep too; I gotta be at ROM at ten tomorrow to help my brother out with the exhibition. I'll have BK, Cat and Dawn for company though, so it's all good. :)
Was doing a little blog surfing prior to writing this entry, when BAM, I chanced upon one of those blogs which made me go, "Woah, this girl can write." The initial fascination soon wore off and I found myself skimming through her interesting but somewhat wordy entries.
Wordy. My entries sure are guilty of that. Do you guys skim through my entries?
What an egoistic question to ask, but I wanna know the answer nonetheless.
That brings my boggled mind to the purpose of blogging.
Is it a personal outlet; a form of communication with whoever out there is interested, allowing others a peek into my life; or is it something more?
I'm not gonna ponder. Doubt I'd find an answer that would satisfy me, lol.
There's something I'd like to share, though it's somewhat obscene and the language's not something you'd normally find on my blog.
It's hilarious though, haha.
Me: Love me tender, love me sweet, lalalalala.
Green Bear: Suck my horny prick. It rhymes.
Pardon me.
On a tamer note, I paid the full amount for my beach holiday in the afternoon. I'm gonna scrimp through the next two weeks and go crazy afterward. :)
A Tiny Taste of Fame
I'm basking in the afterglow of euphoria. I was swept up in a web of delirious ecstasy when I saw my name in print in Singapore Polytechnic's newly published book - Figments.
Figments is a collection of the winning entries for the creative writing competition, all centering on The Future as the theme.
Okay, so I did not win the top three prizes or anything, but hey, I'm pretty satisfied just being one of the four polytechnic consolation prize winners in the short stories section.
I doubt Figments will be sold in major bookstores, but this tiny taste of fame has proved to be very alluring indeed.
Was pleasantly surprised to see Camellia's poem published in the book too. Heh, we're indeed sisters.
Read some of the entries by the secondary school winners, and boy, some of them are really good. If I am seriously considering depending on my writing for a living in the future, I'd have a hell lot of tough competition.
Alright, enough of bragging, lol. My in-laws treated us to dinner at this Beijing eatery in Chinatown.
Culture shock! We had more than twenty plates of food on the table for ten. Just as we were stuffing ourselves silly, wondering how to prevent all the food from going to waste, my brother promptly explained that it is their culture to order more food than the guests can possibly consume. It is part of being a good host. Well, thank goodness, haha. I wasn't quite used to the food actually; the only dishes I liked were the dumplings and the sweet potato dessert.
Had supper with my bitch and Vincent over at Tanjong Pagar. (I just had teh tarik. The dinner earlier had me stuffed all the way up to my neck.)
Anyway, those two lucky asses are going down to London to catch the Arsenal-Liverpool match, paying just S$1000 each for a 2-way ticket on British Airways and 3 nights accomodation at a 4-star hotel. It's a long story, but woah. Lucky bitch. :)
Time to hit the sack. Not before indulging in my Archie comic though, haha.
I'm basking in the afterglow of euphoria. I was swept up in a web of delirious ecstasy when I saw my name in print in Singapore Polytechnic's newly published book - Figments.
Figments is a collection of the winning entries for the creative writing competition, all centering on The Future as the theme.
Okay, so I did not win the top three prizes or anything, but hey, I'm pretty satisfied just being one of the four polytechnic consolation prize winners in the short stories section.
I doubt Figments will be sold in major bookstores, but this tiny taste of fame has proved to be very alluring indeed.
Was pleasantly surprised to see Camellia's poem published in the book too. Heh, we're indeed sisters.
Read some of the entries by the secondary school winners, and boy, some of them are really good. If I am seriously considering depending on my writing for a living in the future, I'd have a hell lot of tough competition.
Alright, enough of bragging, lol. My in-laws treated us to dinner at this Beijing eatery in Chinatown.
Culture shock! We had more than twenty plates of food on the table for ten. Just as we were stuffing ourselves silly, wondering how to prevent all the food from going to waste, my brother promptly explained that it is their culture to order more food than the guests can possibly consume. It is part of being a good host. Well, thank goodness, haha. I wasn't quite used to the food actually; the only dishes I liked were the dumplings and the sweet potato dessert.
Had supper with my bitch and Vincent over at Tanjong Pagar. (I just had teh tarik. The dinner earlier had me stuffed all the way up to my neck.)
Anyway, those two lucky asses are going down to London to catch the Arsenal-Liverpool match, paying just S$1000 each for a 2-way ticket on British Airways and 3 nights accomodation at a 4-star hotel. It's a long story, but woah. Lucky bitch. :)
Time to hit the sack. Not before indulging in my Archie comic though, haha.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Night of the Stars
Night of the Stars
That's right. Us HTM peeps had our Dinner & Dance over at Carlton Hotel today. I'm proud of the sub-com - they did a great job running the show. :)
My digicam was cranky as usual, thus I was only able to capture 2 snaps of Jazzy and I before it died on me. The rest of the pictures are in my camera phone. Sigh.
I'm pretty bushed actually. My right elbow's aching after this morning's swim. I hope it ain't rheumatism.
My brain's kinda fuzzy
Thus my entry's pretty lousy
I'll try again tomorrow.
Night world.
That's right. Us HTM peeps had our Dinner & Dance over at Carlton Hotel today. I'm proud of the sub-com - they did a great job running the show. :)
My digicam was cranky as usual, thus I was only able to capture 2 snaps of Jazzy and I before it died on me. The rest of the pictures are in my camera phone. Sigh.
I'm pretty bushed actually. My right elbow's aching after this morning's swim. I hope it ain't rheumatism.
My brain's kinda fuzzy
Thus my entry's pretty lousy
I'll try again tomorrow.
Night world.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Wood-block
My Internet Explorer's gone cuckoo again, what's new? Thus, I have once again returned to blogging on Wordpad.
The HTM Dinner & Dance is tomorrow. I remember how excited we all were when we held our first one last year, and going on a frantic dress and make-up shopping with Colleen. We were so beat after that, we collapsed in front of the movie screen with Karin and a whole lot of snacks. Can't believe a year as passed. Growing up comes with a price tag - fascination.
Met up with Justin yesterday. Caught Beauty Shop, the female version of Barbershop. I kinda enjoyed it, though we couldn't get most of the black jokes. Somehow, we were the only two laughing in the cinema, haha.
Walked around waiting for his photographs to be developed, and to waste time, we stood in front of the Dr. Seuss (Cat In The Hat) rack at Borders reading tongue twisters. Haha.
Dinner was at Fishermen's Wharf. Delightful as usual. :)
Bumped into Shaun at Borders today. I got quite a shock actually. One moment I was reaching for a book, the next thing I knew, this figure clad in green came up beside me. Lol.
Caught Spanglish in the night. It was worlds apart from the air-headed show I expected it to be. Well, the movie advertisement sorta reminded me of Slap Her, She's French, therefore the association I suppose. Spanglish is good. It's something different from the usual romantic comedies.
Alright, time to rest. Night world.
P.s. I love doing pore packs. Feels good unclogging all the gunk from my pores.
My Internet Explorer's gone cuckoo again, what's new? Thus, I have once again returned to blogging on Wordpad.
The HTM Dinner & Dance is tomorrow. I remember how excited we all were when we held our first one last year, and going on a frantic dress and make-up shopping with Colleen. We were so beat after that, we collapsed in front of the movie screen with Karin and a whole lot of snacks. Can't believe a year as passed. Growing up comes with a price tag - fascination.
Met up with Justin yesterday. Caught Beauty Shop, the female version of Barbershop. I kinda enjoyed it, though we couldn't get most of the black jokes. Somehow, we were the only two laughing in the cinema, haha.
Walked around waiting for his photographs to be developed, and to waste time, we stood in front of the Dr. Seuss (Cat In The Hat) rack at Borders reading tongue twisters. Haha.
Dinner was at Fishermen's Wharf. Delightful as usual. :)
Bumped into Shaun at Borders today. I got quite a shock actually. One moment I was reaching for a book, the next thing I knew, this figure clad in green came up beside me. Lol.
Caught Spanglish in the night. It was worlds apart from the air-headed show I expected it to be. Well, the movie advertisement sorta reminded me of Slap Her, She's French, therefore the association I suppose. Spanglish is good. It's something different from the usual romantic comedies.
Alright, time to rest. Night world.
P.s. I love doing pore packs. Feels good unclogging all the gunk from my pores.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The Hum-drum of Monotony
You know that sacred time of the month is approaching when your appetite for chocolate threatens to impossibly surpass the point of insatiability.
I'm choosing to believe those articles about chocolate reducing the risk of heart diseases. At the rate I am going however, I might just possibly clog my arteries instead. When PMS strikes, anything goes. Lol.
The exhibition's coming up. Looking forward to earning my brother's money to fund my beach holiday, haha. Finally broke the news of my holiday to my dad, who wasn't too hot about the destination. He went on and on about the horrible time he and my mom had when they were in Tioman, and how they had to trek one mile along the beach to get to their accomodation. It's at least 19 years ago, may I add. Doesn't matter, I am going anyway. ;)
I didn't know Miss Match was aired on Channel 5 till today. I don't know which episode I was watching today, but despite the whole jumbled-up shit, I enjoyed it nonetheless. The scene of Kate and Michael in the Nepal praying room seem really familiar. I think I have actually watched it before, maybe last year or something, hah!
All these spunky new shows aside, I still miss Baywatch Hawaii. I know it's stereotyped as a bloke's show, what with the bouncing boobs as the girls run up and down the beach, but I assure you there is way more than that. Friendships and love, like in many other tv shows; action and abit of Hawaiian folklore thrown in. But of course, I do admit that the exotic location the show's filmed at adds to its appeal. Beach, hawaii, sun? I am hooked.
Meeting up with Justin tomorrow. I hope his sail trip hasn't morphed him into some boho monk, although that would be pretty interesting. Haha.
You know that sacred time of the month is approaching when your appetite for chocolate threatens to impossibly surpass the point of insatiability.
I'm choosing to believe those articles about chocolate reducing the risk of heart diseases. At the rate I am going however, I might just possibly clog my arteries instead. When PMS strikes, anything goes. Lol.
The exhibition's coming up. Looking forward to earning my brother's money to fund my beach holiday, haha. Finally broke the news of my holiday to my dad, who wasn't too hot about the destination. He went on and on about the horrible time he and my mom had when they were in Tioman, and how they had to trek one mile along the beach to get to their accomodation. It's at least 19 years ago, may I add. Doesn't matter, I am going anyway. ;)
I didn't know Miss Match was aired on Channel 5 till today. I don't know which episode I was watching today, but despite the whole jumbled-up shit, I enjoyed it nonetheless. The scene of Kate and Michael in the Nepal praying room seem really familiar. I think I have actually watched it before, maybe last year or something, hah!
All these spunky new shows aside, I still miss Baywatch Hawaii. I know it's stereotyped as a bloke's show, what with the bouncing boobs as the girls run up and down the beach, but I assure you there is way more than that. Friendships and love, like in many other tv shows; action and abit of Hawaiian folklore thrown in. But of course, I do admit that the exotic location the show's filmed at adds to its appeal. Beach, hawaii, sun? I am hooked.
Meeting up with Justin tomorrow. I hope his sail trip hasn't morphed him into some boho monk, although that would be pretty interesting. Haha.
Sex On The Beach
Sex on the Beach
I have decided that I've got a pretty high tolerance for alcohol actually. Contrary to popular belief of my peers (again), I did not even get tipsy after my cocktail - Sex on the Beach. Explains the title of my entry huh? (The colour of the drink is kinda like the coral colour.)
Went to Harry's at Harbour Front with my bitch and Vincent, joining XT, Zhi, Vicky, Wei and TJ. Pretty good a night spent I guess, playing pool and all with my bitch. Haha, the both of us were basically providing free entertainment to the other customers with our less-than-average skills of the game. But it was fun letting loose and laughing. Better than my initial plan of watching First Kid at home haha.
I like hanging out with my bitch. And her boyfriend's easy to get along with, which is good. We actually tried double dating last week, and it turned out pretty great, lol.
People. We're each aging unconsciously, in terms of spiritual development that is. Today, I found myself in a situation which would have possibly upset me three years ago, but I took it all with a pinch of salt. -pats myself on the back- I've grown. Definitely. :)
Felt that too when I was talking to my dad about my beach trip. I used to get real teary-eyed when I was younger and trying to convince my family about my point, but my eyes were crystal-clear this time around. I was pleasantly surprised at the eloquence I discovered I possessed while I was attempting to persuade my dad. I won. Hah.
Time for me to hit the sack. Night world.
I have decided that I've got a pretty high tolerance for alcohol actually. Contrary to popular belief of my peers (again), I did not even get tipsy after my cocktail - Sex on the Beach. Explains the title of my entry huh? (The colour of the drink is kinda like the coral colour.)
Went to Harry's at Harbour Front with my bitch and Vincent, joining XT, Zhi, Vicky, Wei and TJ. Pretty good a night spent I guess, playing pool and all with my bitch. Haha, the both of us were basically providing free entertainment to the other customers with our less-than-average skills of the game. But it was fun letting loose and laughing. Better than my initial plan of watching First Kid at home haha.
I like hanging out with my bitch. And her boyfriend's easy to get along with, which is good. We actually tried double dating last week, and it turned out pretty great, lol.
People. We're each aging unconsciously, in terms of spiritual development that is. Today, I found myself in a situation which would have possibly upset me three years ago, but I took it all with a pinch of salt. -pats myself on the back- I've grown. Definitely. :)
Felt that too when I was talking to my dad about my beach trip. I used to get real teary-eyed when I was younger and trying to convince my family about my point, but my eyes were crystal-clear this time around. I was pleasantly surprised at the eloquence I discovered I possessed while I was attempting to persuade my dad. I won. Hah.
Time for me to hit the sack. Night world.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Caterpillars Have Morphed Into Butterflies
Caterpillars Have Morphed Into Butterflies
It's been quite awhile, no? I've been occupied picking up bits and pieces of my monotonous life. Monotony is definitely not nothing. It's like a drug that shuts you out and caves you in a world of your own; so addictive. Monotony is a drug. How's that for an analogy? Lol.
One measley highlight of the week was the 3 hour visit to the chocolate factory. Contrary to popular belief, and Jasmine and Trevor's predictions, I did not steal any chocolates; neither did I attack the reception with the hunger of a starving wolf. I just had 2 pralines and a biscuit. Thank goodness I wasn't having PMS then, haha.
I took a break from pounding the treadmill to something more soothing for my pounding head - swimming. Man, I suck at it. My stamina in water is probably equivalent to a 90 year old man on land. Justin asked me why I went swimming when I wasn't good at it. I told him I was into self-improvement. Hah, I am such a liar.
Anyway I'm glad he's back from his navy "cruise". I'm always up for some verbal sparring and insane laughing. I think I've got a weak left brain. I suck at factual stuff. Amanda's having a good time telling me about history, and Justin a frustrating one giving me yet another geography lesson.
Sat at Coffeebean outside Borders with a Pina Colada flavoured ice tea (it sucked) and my novel while waiting for JH. Well, turned out I was sitting directly outside the automatic doors, and let me tell you, you'd be surprised at the number of people who went in and out of Wheelock Place in the whole 45 minutes I was seated there. I kept count 'cos the aircon from inside made me freeze outside. So each time someone walked in or out, the doors opened, and the cold air blasted my skin. I am usually patriotic enough to be happy for the booming retail economy, but I almost wanted to stand up and shoot all their heads today.
Oh yeah, we filmed an IG video yesterday in school. Freaking hilarious. Those going for the HTM D&D, you're in for a treat. :)
Sat at the amphitheatre, facing the sun with Kenrick after my filming. It was our feeble attempt at tanning 'cos CH wasn't home for us to use his pool. And yes, both the boys have reported to Tekong in the morning. I'll miss them I guess. There goes the late night suppers, jogging, badminton, swimming and all; at least not for a while. :)
And yes, I got my d&d outfit too. Got it from Fond Hugs. Ethnic and resorty, just right. :) Think I drove Jason and the saleslady nuts trying the clothes on though. Haha. But at least it won't be a dress I won't reuse.. It is perfect for my beach holiday. =)
It's been quite awhile, no? I've been occupied picking up bits and pieces of my monotonous life. Monotony is definitely not nothing. It's like a drug that shuts you out and caves you in a world of your own; so addictive. Monotony is a drug. How's that for an analogy? Lol.
One measley highlight of the week was the 3 hour visit to the chocolate factory. Contrary to popular belief, and Jasmine and Trevor's predictions, I did not steal any chocolates; neither did I attack the reception with the hunger of a starving wolf. I just had 2 pralines and a biscuit. Thank goodness I wasn't having PMS then, haha.
I took a break from pounding the treadmill to something more soothing for my pounding head - swimming. Man, I suck at it. My stamina in water is probably equivalent to a 90 year old man on land. Justin asked me why I went swimming when I wasn't good at it. I told him I was into self-improvement. Hah, I am such a liar.
Anyway I'm glad he's back from his navy "cruise". I'm always up for some verbal sparring and insane laughing. I think I've got a weak left brain. I suck at factual stuff. Amanda's having a good time telling me about history, and Justin a frustrating one giving me yet another geography lesson.
Sat at Coffeebean outside Borders with a Pina Colada flavoured ice tea (it sucked) and my novel while waiting for JH. Well, turned out I was sitting directly outside the automatic doors, and let me tell you, you'd be surprised at the number of people who went in and out of Wheelock Place in the whole 45 minutes I was seated there. I kept count 'cos the aircon from inside made me freeze outside. So each time someone walked in or out, the doors opened, and the cold air blasted my skin. I am usually patriotic enough to be happy for the booming retail economy, but I almost wanted to stand up and shoot all their heads today.
Oh yeah, we filmed an IG video yesterday in school. Freaking hilarious. Those going for the HTM D&D, you're in for a treat. :)
Sat at the amphitheatre, facing the sun with Kenrick after my filming. It was our feeble attempt at tanning 'cos CH wasn't home for us to use his pool. And yes, both the boys have reported to Tekong in the morning. I'll miss them I guess. There goes the late night suppers, jogging, badminton, swimming and all; at least not for a while. :)
And yes, I got my d&d outfit too. Got it from Fond Hugs. Ethnic and resorty, just right. :) Think I drove Jason and the saleslady nuts trying the clothes on though. Haha. But at least it won't be a dress I won't reuse.. It is perfect for my beach holiday. =)
Monday, April 04, 2005
Allergy to Lethargy
Allergy to Lethargy
Paranoid me thinks I've got a tumour in my brain, or something like that. The left side of my head's been hurting for the past three days, and most of my afternoons have been spent in bed, 'cos I am just too tired to do anything else. What is wrong with me?????
Anyhows, I got up long enough to go for dinner at Holland Village. I still love the barbequed seafood platter at Thai Express, and the chocolate fondue we had was mmmmm. :) Went back to sleep on the bus ride back. Lol. Pictures are below. I look terrible though - pale.
My workout in the morning wasn't optimum. Couldn't run much 'cos the pounding made my head ache. So yes, I'm off to bed, at 3.50pm. Sigh.
Paranoid me thinks I've got a tumour in my brain, or something like that. The left side of my head's been hurting for the past three days, and most of my afternoons have been spent in bed, 'cos I am just too tired to do anything else. What is wrong with me?????
Anyhows, I got up long enough to go for dinner at Holland Village. I still love the barbequed seafood platter at Thai Express, and the chocolate fondue we had was mmmmm. :) Went back to sleep on the bus ride back. Lol. Pictures are below. I look terrible though - pale.
My workout in the morning wasn't optimum. Couldn't run much 'cos the pounding made my head ache. So yes, I'm off to bed, at 3.50pm. Sigh.
hiding
hiding
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I'm hiding to make my face look smaller, hah, dirty trick!
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Smoke Gets In My Eyes Nose
Due to the haze that doesn't seem to be going away, my nose is perpetually runny, and thus, I am consistently using up three people's supply of tissue whilst sniffling and sniffing in more polluted air to worsen my condition. Man, as if forest fires weren't enough to kill the trees, its after effects indirectly do that as well.
Had breakfast with my auntie at Swensens. Pancakes, waffles, sausages, scrambled eggs, bacon... that's what I'd call an artery-popping hearty American breakfast.
My trip to town with Jason for d&d shopping was fruitless and somewhat disastrous. The disaster involved this uniquely designed tube top. It was cute though.
Gave up and went prowling for food, before we plopped ourselves in front of my tv from six till the end of Miss Singapore Universe. And yes, I must say that Cheryl is the perfect choice. Eloquent, sporty, and with personality. :)
This is monotonous. I'd try again when inspiration strikes.
Meeting up with my bitch tomorrow. Finally get to appraise her boyfriend. Heh.
Due to the haze that doesn't seem to be going away, my nose is perpetually runny, and thus, I am consistently using up three people's supply of tissue whilst sniffling and sniffing in more polluted air to worsen my condition. Man, as if forest fires weren't enough to kill the trees, its after effects indirectly do that as well.
Had breakfast with my auntie at Swensens. Pancakes, waffles, sausages, scrambled eggs, bacon... that's what I'd call an artery-popping hearty American breakfast.
My trip to town with Jason for d&d shopping was fruitless and somewhat disastrous. The disaster involved this uniquely designed tube top. It was cute though.
Gave up and went prowling for food, before we plopped ourselves in front of my tv from six till the end of Miss Singapore Universe. And yes, I must say that Cheryl is the perfect choice. Eloquent, sporty, and with personality. :)
This is monotonous. I'd try again when inspiration strikes.
Meeting up with my bitch tomorrow. Finally get to appraise her boyfriend. Heh.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Queen of Microwave Dinners
I was chock-filled with enthusiasm and inspiration to blog last night, but unfortunately, blogger was down. Raining on my parade, hrmph. Lol.
I've been making my own dinner two days straight. Grilled bratwurst sausages and dumped together this (horrible tasting) ready-made Alfredo pasta last night, and prepared a "spread" for the guys tonight.
I made bacon wrapped asparagus; linguini tossed in pesto sauce; and chicken-cheese kebabs. Oh yes, and CH bought this fruity wine that was delicious. The first wine I actually liked. Yum.
I bet my perspiration in the ten minutes I was searing the chicken is equivalent to that of me spending half an hour on the treadmill. Cooking's tough work. Definitely reserved for special occasions only, like a farewell dinner for them before they go to Tekong Resort, lol.
Laughed our asses off watching Mean Girls and some lamo Chinese film as our post-dinner activity. Oh boy, the Chinese comedy had all of us in stitches. It was so... imaginative. Hahaha. No no, no porn.
Karaoked our lungs out for the remaining 30 minutes before we had to hand the function room back at midnight. My throat feels kinda raw, haha.
Been gymming with Jemo recently.
Our conversation at lunch yesterday was ticklish. I was telling him about tennis legs, and he said:
"If those are tennis legs, what are mine? Jungle legs?"
Puzzled, I looked down and got what he meant - his legs were h-a-i-r-y. It's a jungle out there. Haha!
That had me clutching my sides.
Alright, off to bed. Got a workout session tomorrow. Night world. :)
I was chock-filled with enthusiasm and inspiration to blog last night, but unfortunately, blogger was down. Raining on my parade, hrmph. Lol.
I've been making my own dinner two days straight. Grilled bratwurst sausages and dumped together this (horrible tasting) ready-made Alfredo pasta last night, and prepared a "spread" for the guys tonight.
I made bacon wrapped asparagus; linguini tossed in pesto sauce; and chicken-cheese kebabs. Oh yes, and CH bought this fruity wine that was delicious. The first wine I actually liked. Yum.
I bet my perspiration in the ten minutes I was searing the chicken is equivalent to that of me spending half an hour on the treadmill. Cooking's tough work. Definitely reserved for special occasions only, like a farewell dinner for them before they go to Tekong Resort, lol.
Laughed our asses off watching Mean Girls and some lamo Chinese film as our post-dinner activity. Oh boy, the Chinese comedy had all of us in stitches. It was so... imaginative. Hahaha. No no, no porn.
Karaoked our lungs out for the remaining 30 minutes before we had to hand the function room back at midnight. My throat feels kinda raw, haha.
Been gymming with Jemo recently.
Our conversation at lunch yesterday was ticklish. I was telling him about tennis legs, and he said:
"If those are tennis legs, what are mine? Jungle legs?"
Puzzled, I looked down and got what he meant - his legs were h-a-i-r-y. It's a jungle out there. Haha!
That had me clutching my sides.
Alright, off to bed. Got a workout session tomorrow. Night world. :)
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