me&cat-studying
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Taking a break..
Monday, March 14, 2005
brian-calculator
brian-calculator
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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
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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
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D.O.M and sick child. Hah. I bet I'll be hunted the minute he sees this picture.
irene&i
irene&i
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A spontaneous picture taken in Bizpark. I look horrible in here, but I think Irene looks really pretty. :)
mejason-smile
mejason-smile
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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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