me&marilyn2
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I think braces are cute. Look at Marilyn's.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
me&marilyn3
me&marilyn3
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Marilyn and I, post Service Profieciency, pre Au Jardin.
mejasonbus8part3
mejasonbus8part3
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It's been a long time since I've let my hair down.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Emotional Independence
Emotional Independence
Emotional dependence is a scary thing
Your thoughts and emotions-
These which once belonged to you
Are now ruled by another
I don't wanna go through that again.
Emotional dependence is a scary thing
Your thoughts and emotions-
These which once belonged to you
Are now ruled by another
I don't wanna go through that again.
Michael Buble - Home
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you?
I would send them but I know
That it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living
Someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why
You could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day
Has come and gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
I miss you , you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
The lyrics may be simple, but the song fills my heart with this bittersweet ache. Kinda poignant, I like.
My limbs are aching, after my faster-than-usual session on the treadmill. Looking forward to tomorrow morning's session with Sandra, Geraldine, and if he can wake up, Brian.
Spent the day revising Accounts with Cat and Brian. We initially parked ourselves at Jupiter Cafe, but the heat got to us, and we spent the rest of the afternoon over at the Sports Club club-room, courtesy of Cat. Kinda quiet a day, with a few laughs here and there. :)
Scroll down for pictures!
The only vaguely interesting thing that happened today? I swallowed a fishbone during dinner. And it's pretty tiny, I think. It felt like it, haha.
Time for a shower. My face feels like the inside of a well-greased kuali.
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you?
I would send them but I know
That it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living
Someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why
You could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day
Has come and gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
I miss you , you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
The lyrics may be simple, but the song fills my heart with this bittersweet ache. Kinda poignant, I like.
My limbs are aching, after my faster-than-usual session on the treadmill. Looking forward to tomorrow morning's session with Sandra, Geraldine, and if he can wake up, Brian.
Spent the day revising Accounts with Cat and Brian. We initially parked ourselves at Jupiter Cafe, but the heat got to us, and we spent the rest of the afternoon over at the Sports Club club-room, courtesy of Cat. Kinda quiet a day, with a few laughs here and there. :)
Scroll down for pictures!
The only vaguely interesting thing that happened today? I swallowed a fishbone during dinner. And it's pretty tiny, I think. It felt like it, haha.
Time for a shower. My face feels like the inside of a well-greased kuali.
the3musketeers
the3musketeers
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My Three Musketeers. :)
That's Hokey-Pokey at the back, Barky on the left, and the renowned Racky on the right.
pinkskyfrom3rdstorey
pinkskyfrom3rdstorey
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I couldn't capture the beauty of the sky in here.
cat&i-gym
cat&i-gym
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Our morning workout in the gym. Need evidence on how hard we worked ourselves? Look at the beads of perspiration on my forehead.
brian-calculator
brian-calculator
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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
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Marc, Ede, Joseph and Kerrie were complaining how my eyes disappear into slits whenever I smile.
Is that true?
You and Me
Lifehouse - You and Me
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
And I can't back down
I've been losing
So much time
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
All of the things
That I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
This is prolly the umpteenth time I'm saying this, but Jason Wade has got the sexiest vocals alive. What better way to perk up a late night ride home than that rich husky voice?
I'm done being stuck in a rut.
I need a holiday.
And I am so going for one after the exams are over.
Even if I have to work myself crazy to fund it.
Gymming tomorrow, after which it'll be Accounts with Cat.
Night world.
P.s. Check out CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. Bachelor no. 7 - Mark Tan. I dig his specs.
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
And I can't back down
I've been losing
So much time
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
All of the things
That I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
This is prolly the umpteenth time I'm saying this, but Jason Wade has got the sexiest vocals alive. What better way to perk up a late night ride home than that rich husky voice?
I'm done being stuck in a rut.
I need a holiday.
And I am so going for one after the exams are over.
Even if I have to work myself crazy to fund it.
Gymming tomorrow, after which it'll be Accounts with Cat.
Night world.
P.s. Check out CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. Bachelor no. 7 - Mark Tan. I dig his specs.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking
I wish I could put my finger on the cause of my exhaustion the past few days. Even though it's 18:26 right now, I feel like it's time for me to go to bed, that despite the fact that I had an afternoon nap. Haha. Perhaps I'll be in the Guiness Book of World Records for the first ever human mutation into a pig.
Had a "sorta-45-exclique" gathering yesterday. To start you off, our clique in Year 1 Sem 1 consisted of me, Jane, Ede, Yixiu, Fagan and Marc. We were tight man! But ah well, when you split into different classes, the clique splits as well. Yesterday was a mini-reunion for us, 'cept for Yixiu who couldn't make it.
Dinner was at Suntec's Pasta Mania, afterwhich we girls shopped the entire way to Esplanade. Marc, Fagan and Avril were bored out of their wits. Avril ain't that much of a shopaholic! After checking out the Mosaic Festival over at the Esplanade (For me, Ede and Jane, it was more of checking out the Waterfront Bazaar, lol), we bonded over at Max Brenner's Chocolate Bar, with the additional company of Mr. Yeo.
Sinful indulgence, crazy stunts and lotsa laughter. I missed all of that. :)
Thank God me and Ede were in the toilet when Fagan did his "gong-stunt". Not very glam, Mr. Cheong. Haha.
Time to buy dinner upstairs. Maybe this familiar Saturday ritual will knock some sense back into me.
It hurts, no kidding.
Here, take your life back.
It was never meant to be mine. :)
I wish I could put my finger on the cause of my exhaustion the past few days. Even though it's 18:26 right now, I feel like it's time for me to go to bed, that despite the fact that I had an afternoon nap. Haha. Perhaps I'll be in the Guiness Book of World Records for the first ever human mutation into a pig.
Had a "sorta-45-exclique" gathering yesterday. To start you off, our clique in Year 1 Sem 1 consisted of me, Jane, Ede, Yixiu, Fagan and Marc. We were tight man! But ah well, when you split into different classes, the clique splits as well. Yesterday was a mini-reunion for us, 'cept for Yixiu who couldn't make it.
Dinner was at Suntec's Pasta Mania, afterwhich we girls shopped the entire way to Esplanade. Marc, Fagan and Avril were bored out of their wits. Avril ain't that much of a shopaholic! After checking out the Mosaic Festival over at the Esplanade (For me, Ede and Jane, it was more of checking out the Waterfront Bazaar, lol), we bonded over at Max Brenner's Chocolate Bar, with the additional company of Mr. Yeo.
Sinful indulgence, crazy stunts and lotsa laughter. I missed all of that. :)
Thank God me and Ede were in the toilet when Fagan did his "gong-stunt". Not very glam, Mr. Cheong. Haha.
Time to buy dinner upstairs. Maybe this familiar Saturday ritual will knock some sense back into me.
It hurts, no kidding.
Here, take your life back.
It was never meant to be mine. :)
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Fumbles and Tumbles
Fumbles and Tumbles
Scroll down for some overdue pictures, mostly taken a couple of weeks ago.
We went for lunch at Au Jardin on Monday, as part of our Saffron learning programme. Well, I suppose it was enjoyable, to a certain extent. Natasha and I both agreed that the ambience was very "Sunday morning", like we were at some country club.
I've decided that I haven't got what it takes to be a taitai-in-making. The food was palateable, but not exactly what I'd term enjoyable. Haha. I'd have been happier munching on a cheeseburger. I loved the sourdough bread though. That was the best part of the meal for me.
Hey, maybe I'm just a low maintenance taitai-in-making. Lol!
Don't get me wrong, I am not putting Au Jardin down. The above paragraph is purely based on my own twisted preferances. :)
Gymming with Cat and Sandra was great yesterday. I finally feel like I'm easing back into a routine.
This is hilarious.
My nick on MSN is "What am I to you? Tell me darling true." (Lyrics from a Norah Jones song.)
Marc comes online and greets me with: "YOU ARE MY MUMMY. My little brown and sexy mommy."
Haha! Talk about late night entertainment.
A little nudge in the wrong direction last night released my pent-up frustration in torrents.
Numbing myself? I don't know.
Fielding off questions.
I'm still running.
Scroll down for some overdue pictures, mostly taken a couple of weeks ago.
We went for lunch at Au Jardin on Monday, as part of our Saffron learning programme. Well, I suppose it was enjoyable, to a certain extent. Natasha and I both agreed that the ambience was very "Sunday morning", like we were at some country club.
I've decided that I haven't got what it takes to be a taitai-in-making. The food was palateable, but not exactly what I'd term enjoyable. Haha. I'd have been happier munching on a cheeseburger. I loved the sourdough bread though. That was the best part of the meal for me.
Hey, maybe I'm just a low maintenance taitai-in-making. Lol!
Don't get me wrong, I am not putting Au Jardin down. The above paragraph is purely based on my own twisted preferances. :)
Gymming with Cat and Sandra was great yesterday. I finally feel like I'm easing back into a routine.
This is hilarious.
My nick on MSN is "What am I to you? Tell me darling true." (Lyrics from a Norah Jones song.)
Marc comes online and greets me with: "YOU ARE MY MUMMY. My little brown and sexy mommy."
Haha! Talk about late night entertainment.
A little nudge in the wrong direction last night released my pent-up frustration in torrents.
Numbing myself? I don't know.
Fielding off questions.
I'm still running.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
joseph&i-sickchild
joseph&i-sickchild
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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.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Seeking Inner Peace
Seeking Inner Peace
So much has happened in the span of one week, I feel like I've gone through a month's worth of events and happenings.
One highlight was meeting up with my bitch on Sunday. Though time wasn't on our side, and we two shopaholics were more caught up in shopping than catching up, it felt nice enough to spend time with her. :) I bought two tops, black and hot pink in the exact same design, only to find out when I wore the black one on Tuesday that they were way too big for me. Funny how I didn't realise that in the fitting room. Size 8's the smallest Dorothy Perkins offers. It's a ploy to make me wanna get fat. No, I'm not gonna succumb to that, haha. Oh, and I bought a Fossil watch set too, after procrastinating for two years each time I had my angbao money. Love it.
Caught A Long Engagement and Hide and Seek with Shaun. I was pretty lost during the former. After hearing too many French names, I gave up trying to match the names to the faces. Hide and Seek was the usual psycho thriller that had sudden booming noises and gory scenes. I liked the latter better, despite the gore. Lol.
Here's the exciting part - SIP:
On Thursday afternoon, I bumped into Qiyuan from TM, who told me that we'd fail SIP if we didn't get a placement by next Saturday. It was definitely not music to the ears, especially since I'd only gone for 3 interviews without offers. Started panicking like crazy and feeling extremely depressed when I was told Karin got the offer from Vox, the company whose interview I thought I did pretty well at.
Lady luck seemed to be on my side on Friday though. I was offered a position at TTG on the spot, though the HR manager told me that I'd probably not be doing any writing, but be put in exhibitions. Joy didn't flood me like I expected it to. I was happy that I got a placement, but not happy about the placement. It was more of relief actually.
Sentosa interview for Communications in the afternoon. Rumours about 30 people fighting for 1 position at proved untrue, for the Communications department at least. Well, I nailed the job, and I get to write! :D The job scope's basically everything I could have asked for.
So I'm officially the island girl, aka communications intern. Heh. Pure happiness flooded me when Belinda from HR told me I got the job. Pure happiness. And if things can't get any better, Cat's nailed the event sales position! Guess we'll be lunching at Saffron in TAS pretty often eh? Heh.
Called TTG up to reject her offer, and she didn't sound too satisfied that I'd chosen Sentosa over them. She was even willing to expose me in Media, but ah well, too late. Sentosa Sentosa! :)
Then, Vox called me up, telling me I'd gotten the job. Guess I was their second choice. Couldn't help feeling abit sour, but ah, at least I'm not that bad. :)
Had a long talk with SOS last night, after our prata and teh-tarik dinner. Sigh. The ambiguity and confusion's killing us, but we gotta live with that I guess. What really warmed my heart was realising how much our friendship meant to each other, and that solid foundation's priceless. And I'm really happy that he's got a placement in Raffles. :)
My despondent state on Thursday made me realise how lucky I was to have people like Jason around me, someone I could really depend on. Thanks for coming down late in the night and early in the morning to help me with my SIP stuff, I really appreciate it. :)
Lunched with him today at Fisherman's Wharf, after which we walked around Clarke Quay, Funan and Great World City. I'm enjoying the comfortable company.
Bummed around in town with Joseph and co. for awhile in the night, and here I am back at home, trying to get my hands on a Saffron Service portfolio template. Argh.
So much has happened in the span of one week, I feel like I've gone through a month's worth of events and happenings.
One highlight was meeting up with my bitch on Sunday. Though time wasn't on our side, and we two shopaholics were more caught up in shopping than catching up, it felt nice enough to spend time with her. :) I bought two tops, black and hot pink in the exact same design, only to find out when I wore the black one on Tuesday that they were way too big for me. Funny how I didn't realise that in the fitting room. Size 8's the smallest Dorothy Perkins offers. It's a ploy to make me wanna get fat. No, I'm not gonna succumb to that, haha. Oh, and I bought a Fossil watch set too, after procrastinating for two years each time I had my angbao money. Love it.
Caught A Long Engagement and Hide and Seek with Shaun. I was pretty lost during the former. After hearing too many French names, I gave up trying to match the names to the faces. Hide and Seek was the usual psycho thriller that had sudden booming noises and gory scenes. I liked the latter better, despite the gore. Lol.
Here's the exciting part - SIP:
On Thursday afternoon, I bumped into Qiyuan from TM, who told me that we'd fail SIP if we didn't get a placement by next Saturday. It was definitely not music to the ears, especially since I'd only gone for 3 interviews without offers. Started panicking like crazy and feeling extremely depressed when I was told Karin got the offer from Vox, the company whose interview I thought I did pretty well at.
Lady luck seemed to be on my side on Friday though. I was offered a position at TTG on the spot, though the HR manager told me that I'd probably not be doing any writing, but be put in exhibitions. Joy didn't flood me like I expected it to. I was happy that I got a placement, but not happy about the placement. It was more of relief actually.
Sentosa interview for Communications in the afternoon. Rumours about 30 people fighting for 1 position at proved untrue, for the Communications department at least. Well, I nailed the job, and I get to write! :D The job scope's basically everything I could have asked for.
So I'm officially the island girl, aka communications intern. Heh. Pure happiness flooded me when Belinda from HR told me I got the job. Pure happiness. And if things can't get any better, Cat's nailed the event sales position! Guess we'll be lunching at Saffron in TAS pretty often eh? Heh.
Called TTG up to reject her offer, and she didn't sound too satisfied that I'd chosen Sentosa over them. She was even willing to expose me in Media, but ah well, too late. Sentosa Sentosa! :)
Then, Vox called me up, telling me I'd gotten the job. Guess I was their second choice. Couldn't help feeling abit sour, but ah, at least I'm not that bad. :)
Had a long talk with SOS last night, after our prata and teh-tarik dinner. Sigh. The ambiguity and confusion's killing us, but we gotta live with that I guess. What really warmed my heart was realising how much our friendship meant to each other, and that solid foundation's priceless. And I'm really happy that he's got a placement in Raffles. :)
My despondent state on Thursday made me realise how lucky I was to have people like Jason around me, someone I could really depend on. Thanks for coming down late in the night and early in the morning to help me with my SIP stuff, I really appreciate it. :)
Lunched with him today at Fisherman's Wharf, after which we walked around Clarke Quay, Funan and Great World City. I'm enjoying the comfortable company.
Bummed around in town with Joseph and co. for awhile in the night, and here I am back at home, trying to get my hands on a Saffron Service portfolio template. Argh.
Monday, February 21, 2005
A Saturday Getaway
A Saturday Getaway
Justin's supposed to have sailed away yesterday morning, but there was apparently some fault with the ship, thus his journey's delayed. It was nice spending Saturday hanging out with him - a mini getaway of sorts from my whirling thoughts.
We caught Million Dollar Baby, a dark and depressing show that somehow got to me. A refreshing change's that there wasn't any romance involved in the show - a cliched trick that gets us hooked everytime. Kinda heavy a film, but dosed with enough heart-wrenching scenes to make an arty-farty-wannabe like me say, "Mmmm." Lol!
Walked from Plaza Singapura to Robertson Quay where I finally got to see the people barbecuing outside the porch of their houses by the river, something Justin had been telling me about. I remember I once mentioned I am searching for that feeling. Well honey, the feeling's telling me that I so wanna live there in the future. The whole ambience is kinda A Walk To Remember-ish, and come on, what can be more romantic than barbecuing by the river, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun?
Chanced upon a Beachside Bar on our way to Robertson - a funky bar with sun chairs laid out by the river. I wonder if people actually tan there in the day, lol. Re-dressed my wound in the middle of nowhere, and I distinctly remember him telling me that my wound looks like pizza. Yucks. Haha.
Dinner was at Fisherman's Wharf, a shophouse opposite Clarke Quay, selling fish & chips at $6.50. I'm not a fish & chips fan, but it was good stuff. Simply decorated place, but cozy nonetheless. I believe I have influenced him with my rapper-style. We've even come up with our own 4-step "handshake" that ends up with us hammering our hearts. Funny how the people on tv don't have to concentrate as hard as we do to greet each other.
Good conversation, good food, great company and loads of laughter. The day with Justin has reminded me that my life doesn't revolve around the choices I have to make, but around comfortable friendships like his as well.
Justin's supposed to have sailed away yesterday morning, but there was apparently some fault with the ship, thus his journey's delayed. It was nice spending Saturday hanging out with him - a mini getaway of sorts from my whirling thoughts.
We caught Million Dollar Baby, a dark and depressing show that somehow got to me. A refreshing change's that there wasn't any romance involved in the show - a cliched trick that gets us hooked everytime. Kinda heavy a film, but dosed with enough heart-wrenching scenes to make an arty-farty-wannabe like me say, "Mmmm." Lol!
Walked from Plaza Singapura to Robertson Quay where I finally got to see the people barbecuing outside the porch of their houses by the river, something Justin had been telling me about. I remember I once mentioned I am searching for that feeling. Well honey, the feeling's telling me that I so wanna live there in the future. The whole ambience is kinda A Walk To Remember-ish, and come on, what can be more romantic than barbecuing by the river, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun?
Chanced upon a Beachside Bar on our way to Robertson - a funky bar with sun chairs laid out by the river. I wonder if people actually tan there in the day, lol. Re-dressed my wound in the middle of nowhere, and I distinctly remember him telling me that my wound looks like pizza. Yucks. Haha.
Dinner was at Fisherman's Wharf, a shophouse opposite Clarke Quay, selling fish & chips at $6.50. I'm not a fish & chips fan, but it was good stuff. Simply decorated place, but cozy nonetheless. I believe I have influenced him with my rapper-style. We've even come up with our own 4-step "handshake" that ends up with us hammering our hearts. Funny how the people on tv don't have to concentrate as hard as we do to greet each other.
Good conversation, good food, great company and loads of laughter. The day with Justin has reminded me that my life doesn't revolve around the choices I have to make, but around comfortable friendships like his as well.
At the Meridien Marketplace
justinmemeridienmarket
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I wanted to capture a shot that'd make us look as if we were in some flea market in Bangkok. Failed.
Where Are We?
wheredouthinkuare
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Loks like a get-away in some English countryside doesn't it? Nah. We were just walking past Fort Canning.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Infinite Circles
Infinite Circles
-come sweeten every afternoon
I was concentrating on my breathing, and each pounding step on the granite ground. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor, a swear word escaping my mouth. Yup, I fell whilst jogging this morning - my left ankle's swollen, and my right knee's pretty badly banged up. I haven't taken such a fall in years, and it felt so bad. Didn't help that I had an interview in the afternoon, and I had to pretend that I was fine in heels, 'cos I wasn't. Man.
Just this afternoon, things seemed so simple and sweet.
Softly talking on the bus ride to town;
The comfortable intervals of silence;
Feeling silently impressed as you instructed the cab driver with the road map in your hand;
And your gentle tug at that moment on the steps at the drama academy.
Tunch and ice cream in a quiet Turkish cafe;
Laughing at the ice-cream man;
Eavesdropping on the kids behind us;
And the now-familiar scent of your cologne.
Then why is my heart aching?
I thought I'd closed the doors; but I'd obviously forgotten about locking the gates.
I feel so lost.
How can I help you?
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Closures and Beginnings
Final Closure
I think I've reached my limit for exhaustion. I distinctly remember charging my handphone on the computer table last night, telling myself there was no way I'd be unable to wake up in the morning as I'd have to walk to my phone to switch off the alarm. Next thing I know, it was 730 am, and I had to be in school by 9. (I live more than an hour from school by the way.) I've got a vague impression of me unplugging the charger and trudging back to bed. Lol.
Had a short heart-to-heart with Irene C after our POM meeting. We used to be so close when we were working together on our IFB project last year. Swimming, tanning, gymming, makaning... Those were the days.
Had a gossip lunch with the girls at Engine, after which we took our gossiping to the library. I've missed them. :)
The interview at Singapore Philatelic Museum went alright. My first choice would be TTG Asia Media, if they want me. SPM's training programme sounds good, and I like the people there. I like the GM's accent - like a mixture of Indonesian and Peranakan. Only drawbacks are I'd have to start my internship mid-April and end it on time like everybody else; and there's the whole SPSS computer program. Now I wish I'd paid more attention in Applied Research.
Finally visited my dad's cafe and boy, is it beautiful. I'd expected a small, plainly decorated deli; not a spacious zenish tropical-themed cafe! Sat in the meeting my brother was having with Singapore Press Holdings regarding some bridal exhibition; as well as in another with a florist regarding the cafe's interior. I am so proud of my dad and my brother. Really.
Stood at the bus-stop talking to my brother till night fell. We were there from almost 7 till past 8. I love talking to him. He's so neutral, he loves me, and he gives great advice.
Mom cornered me the moment I got home, asking me about the BIG change, and why I didn't tell her about it. She's been worried I guess, that I was hiding my unhappiness or something. Talked to my sis too. It's been awhile. I feel blessed. :)
It was a final closure for me this morning, when I told you I'd rather you hear it from me than from anyone else.
I hope I'd be able to plan my time on Saturday. Justin's sailing away on Sunday. We prolly wouldn't have time to catch Million Dollar Baby, considering there's Open House, but I definitely wanna meet up with him.
I just had dinner, and it's ten-ish now. My buddha belly is so gonna thank me for this - it'll balloon tomorrow. Act 3 interview tomorrow. I'm sleepy. Night world.
I think I've reached my limit for exhaustion. I distinctly remember charging my handphone on the computer table last night, telling myself there was no way I'd be unable to wake up in the morning as I'd have to walk to my phone to switch off the alarm. Next thing I know, it was 730 am, and I had to be in school by 9. (I live more than an hour from school by the way.) I've got a vague impression of me unplugging the charger and trudging back to bed. Lol.
Had a short heart-to-heart with Irene C after our POM meeting. We used to be so close when we were working together on our IFB project last year. Swimming, tanning, gymming, makaning... Those were the days.
Had a gossip lunch with the girls at Engine, after which we took our gossiping to the library. I've missed them. :)
The interview at Singapore Philatelic Museum went alright. My first choice would be TTG Asia Media, if they want me. SPM's training programme sounds good, and I like the people there. I like the GM's accent - like a mixture of Indonesian and Peranakan. Only drawbacks are I'd have to start my internship mid-April and end it on time like everybody else; and there's the whole SPSS computer program. Now I wish I'd paid more attention in Applied Research.
Finally visited my dad's cafe and boy, is it beautiful. I'd expected a small, plainly decorated deli; not a spacious zenish tropical-themed cafe! Sat in the meeting my brother was having with Singapore Press Holdings regarding some bridal exhibition; as well as in another with a florist regarding the cafe's interior. I am so proud of my dad and my brother. Really.
Stood at the bus-stop talking to my brother till night fell. We were there from almost 7 till past 8. I love talking to him. He's so neutral, he loves me, and he gives great advice.
Mom cornered me the moment I got home, asking me about the BIG change, and why I didn't tell her about it. She's been worried I guess, that I was hiding my unhappiness or something. Talked to my sis too. It's been awhile. I feel blessed. :)
It was a final closure for me this morning, when I told you I'd rather you hear it from me than from anyone else.
I hope I'd be able to plan my time on Saturday. Justin's sailing away on Sunday. We prolly wouldn't have time to catch Million Dollar Baby, considering there's Open House, but I definitely wanna meet up with him.
I just had dinner, and it's ten-ish now. My buddha belly is so gonna thank me for this - it'll balloon tomorrow. Act 3 interview tomorrow. I'm sleepy. Night world.
Would It Be Okay?
And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That i do believe i love you
And if I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try
To feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for
Well you came in loving me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you
Oh and then for the times when we're apart
Well then close your eyes and know
The words are coming from my heart
And then if you can remember
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for.
"That's What Friends Are For" - Elton John
It didn't matter
that the night sky wasn't sprinkled with stars
that ants were drawn to us like bees to honey
and that strawberries and cream wasn't my favourite dessert.
It didn't matter at all.
The familiarity tinged with the anticipation of something more is strangely comfortable. I'd prepared myself for a rush of adrenaline; but I never did expect to melt.
What are we getting ourselves into? Let's discover the beauty in ambiguity.
The sunrise was gorgeous. :)
And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That i do believe i love you
And if I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try
To feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for
Well you came in loving me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you
Oh and then for the times when we're apart
Well then close your eyes and know
The words are coming from my heart
And then if you can remember
Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for.
"That's What Friends Are For" - Elton John
It didn't matter
that the night sky wasn't sprinkled with stars
that ants were drawn to us like bees to honey
and that strawberries and cream wasn't my favourite dessert.
It didn't matter at all.
The familiarity tinged with the anticipation of something more is strangely comfortable. I'd prepared myself for a rush of adrenaline; but I never did expect to melt.
What are we getting ourselves into? Let's discover the beauty in ambiguity.
The sunrise was gorgeous. :)
Cat & I
cat&i
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Pre-lou hei dinner, and we're looking sleepy already. Lol.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Waiting For Tonight
Waiting For Tonight
I spent the morning reading through past blog entries. Scrolled through saved messages in my inbox under the cloudy sky too. Faded memories were re-coloured; and forgotten experiences were relived.
It's scary; how I can now seemingly breeze through it all. What my bitch said keeps resounding in my head - "What's new?" Yup, what's new? Guess you haven't tamed me after all. I hope I don't wake up one day to discover hidden scars.
I refuse to comment on the weather today. After laying on the sand for close about half an hour with about fifteen minutes of sun, it started pouring. We sought shelter in the bus, had brunch at Subway, and went back to the beach for round two. It was pretty cloudy, but now that I'm home, sun's out. Woohoo. -rolls eyes- Haha.
It was a shopping marathon yesterday, with Kerrie, Jem, Shaun, Joseph and Brian. People came and went, but I finally got my dress! :)
Caught the midnight Constantine show with Shaun, Brian and Lester. They were so lying when they told me it wasn't a horror show. It was scary, gory, and some scenes seem like they were from The Exorcist. Urgh.
I haven't seen The Exorcist by the way, and I don't plan to anytime soon.
Anyway, my black dress was from this shop at Paragon. With heels and accessories, it's good enough for a dinner; with slip-ons and a tan; it's good enough for an evening cocktail by the beach. I like. :) I think it's time I started living with my calves, as much as I dislike them; as much as I'd like to slice them off with a meat cleaver. Lol.
I'm pretty late actually. Brian will be all alone in town after Lester goes, and I think I'd be heading down to accompany him, provided I'm able to dress in time. I'm kinda excited about tonight's dinner. Hopefully there'll be pictures. Later peeps.
I spent the morning reading through past blog entries. Scrolled through saved messages in my inbox under the cloudy sky too. Faded memories were re-coloured; and forgotten experiences were relived.
It's scary; how I can now seemingly breeze through it all. What my bitch said keeps resounding in my head - "What's new?" Yup, what's new? Guess you haven't tamed me after all. I hope I don't wake up one day to discover hidden scars.
I refuse to comment on the weather today. After laying on the sand for close about half an hour with about fifteen minutes of sun, it started pouring. We sought shelter in the bus, had brunch at Subway, and went back to the beach for round two. It was pretty cloudy, but now that I'm home, sun's out. Woohoo. -rolls eyes- Haha.
It was a shopping marathon yesterday, with Kerrie, Jem, Shaun, Joseph and Brian. People came and went, but I finally got my dress! :)
Caught the midnight Constantine show with Shaun, Brian and Lester. They were so lying when they told me it wasn't a horror show. It was scary, gory, and some scenes seem like they were from The Exorcist. Urgh.
I haven't seen The Exorcist by the way, and I don't plan to anytime soon.
Anyway, my black dress was from this shop at Paragon. With heels and accessories, it's good enough for a dinner; with slip-ons and a tan; it's good enough for an evening cocktail by the beach. I like. :) I think it's time I started living with my calves, as much as I dislike them; as much as I'd like to slice them off with a meat cleaver. Lol.
I'm pretty late actually. Brian will be all alone in town after Lester goes, and I think I'd be heading down to accompany him, provided I'm able to dress in time. I'm kinda excited about tonight's dinner. Hopefully there'll be pictures. Later peeps.
Something Kinda Funny
Something Kinda Funny
Those were Christmas fairylights we walked through
Its Chinese New Year lights this time around
Funny how the feeling's different.
Updates later. Rushing off for my dose of Vitamin D. Off to the shower, and on to the beach!
Those were Christmas fairylights we walked through
Its Chinese New Year lights this time around
Funny how the feeling's different.
Updates later. Rushing off for my dose of Vitamin D. Off to the shower, and on to the beach!
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Isn't It Funny How We Don't Speak The Language Of Love?
Isn't It Funny How We Don't Speak The Language Of Love?
-take me by the hand, just don't try and understand.
In the still of the night, the impact of your words and their honesty threatened to shatter this whole new world I'd rebuilt. For a moment, I had an urge to give it all up - the laughter; the carefree joy; the heartfelt happiness, to return to you and work things out. The fact that things have all gone wrong slipped my mind. It was just another moment of weakness. One that I rebounded from really quickly.
A part of my delusional heart is still in love with the you in our past, but I've had plenty of wakeup calls recently. It's a phase we all have to go through I suppose - missing someone. But we also have to learn to let someone go. I think we've both learnt that. :)
I lost 8 bucks playing BlackJack at Cheryl's place last night. Would have lost close to $20, if it weren't for this lucky coin that turned the tables, lol. I suck at gambling, I seriously do. Lol. Dropped by Uncle Rodney's house earlier in the evening after Shaun changed his shirt since it was on the way, to grab some food and to give my sweetie Glenda a hug. She seriously melts me to a puddle. And sos is right - ticklish genes do run in the family! Lol. (In case you're clueless, scroll down to my CNY entries for pictures of my angel of a cousin.)
I need the gym.
To the shower, and off to shopping in town. I've got an outfit to put together; Kerrie's got shoes to make; and I think some of the guys have got presents to buy. Hopefully we'd be able to catch Constantine in the night!
I believe you have a reason for doing what you did. Answers aren't essential right now. Enjoying the moment is. :)
-take me by the hand, just don't try and understand.
In the still of the night, the impact of your words and their honesty threatened to shatter this whole new world I'd rebuilt. For a moment, I had an urge to give it all up - the laughter; the carefree joy; the heartfelt happiness, to return to you and work things out. The fact that things have all gone wrong slipped my mind. It was just another moment of weakness. One that I rebounded from really quickly.
A part of my delusional heart is still in love with the you in our past, but I've had plenty of wakeup calls recently. It's a phase we all have to go through I suppose - missing someone. But we also have to learn to let someone go. I think we've both learnt that. :)
I lost 8 bucks playing BlackJack at Cheryl's place last night. Would have lost close to $20, if it weren't for this lucky coin that turned the tables, lol. I suck at gambling, I seriously do. Lol. Dropped by Uncle Rodney's house earlier in the evening after Shaun changed his shirt since it was on the way, to grab some food and to give my sweetie Glenda a hug. She seriously melts me to a puddle. And sos is right - ticklish genes do run in the family! Lol. (In case you're clueless, scroll down to my CNY entries for pictures of my angel of a cousin.)
I need the gym.
To the shower, and off to shopping in town. I've got an outfit to put together; Kerrie's got shoes to make; and I think some of the guys have got presents to buy. Hopefully we'd be able to catch Constantine in the night!
I believe you have a reason for doing what you did. Answers aren't essential right now. Enjoying the moment is. :)
Friday, February 11, 2005
Tomorrow - Maybe You Will; Maybe You Won't.
Tomorrow - Maybe You Will; Maybe You Won't.
There was a change of plans today. Shaun's lunch ended early, so he, Brian and Lester came over to my place. I think my brother's crappy jokes drove them nuts, lol. Left the chaos of my place in the late afternoon and we all headed down to PS to meet up with Fagan and Marc for a movie. Initially had Constantine in mind, but with the CNY crowd, we decided to go with I Do I Do, the only available film that didn't sound so bad. After we had plonked our butts down on the cinema seats, Fagan discovered that we were actually holding tickets to Seoul Raiders instead, lol! The moment of realisation made us feel quite dumb. So we spent the next two hours watching a crap movie. I nodded off several times, snapping awake each time a gun shot sounded on screen.
Headed down to Paulaner's after the movie, where we had free drinks and a whole lot of food. Sausages; satay; friend seafood; bread with pate; and more sausages. And if that wasn't enough, Max Brenner's, along with Jason from Paulaner, was our last stop before we headed for home. I had the milk chocolate suckao. Heavenly. And I love reading the love story on the wall - the one about Max Brenner and his love for chocolates. I wouldn't mind owning a chocolate bar like that one day. Or a beach bar. Hmm.
The reflection of myself in the bathroom mirror was quite bad. My dark eye rings are terrible. Time to catch up on some sleep. Night world. :)
There was a change of plans today. Shaun's lunch ended early, so he, Brian and Lester came over to my place. I think my brother's crappy jokes drove them nuts, lol. Left the chaos of my place in the late afternoon and we all headed down to PS to meet up with Fagan and Marc for a movie. Initially had Constantine in mind, but with the CNY crowd, we decided to go with I Do I Do, the only available film that didn't sound so bad. After we had plonked our butts down on the cinema seats, Fagan discovered that we were actually holding tickets to Seoul Raiders instead, lol! The moment of realisation made us feel quite dumb. So we spent the next two hours watching a crap movie. I nodded off several times, snapping awake each time a gun shot sounded on screen.
Headed down to Paulaner's after the movie, where we had free drinks and a whole lot of food. Sausages; satay; friend seafood; bread with pate; and more sausages. And if that wasn't enough, Max Brenner's, along with Jason from Paulaner, was our last stop before we headed for home. I had the milk chocolate suckao. Heavenly. And I love reading the love story on the wall - the one about Max Brenner and his love for chocolates. I wouldn't mind owning a chocolate bar like that one day. Or a beach bar. Hmm.
The reflection of myself in the bathroom mirror was quite bad. My dark eye rings are terrible. Time to catch up on some sleep. Night world. :)
Thursday, February 10, 2005
She's A Lady
She's A Lady
It's the second day of the lunar New Year, and Mom's party is starting. A few early birds are streaming in, but I've locked myself in my room. I've got a face mask on, and I don't wanna go around scaring them away. Lol.
Spent the morning in front of the telly with my dad, watching Discovery. Watched this programme on deep sea creatures, as well as an anthropology show on the Xavena people or something. It's a place near Cuba I think.
I remember how I used to anticipate watching programmes about the marine world when I was a kid, and I used to draw, or doodle, fishes and corals on my drawing block. That interest has died down, though watching programmes to do with the sea never fails to fill me with a sense of serenity. If that passion for the underwater world had stayed, I would prolly be one of the first few to take up scuba diving. But I'm pretty apprehensive, 'cos you never know what's down under.
I think I've been too much of a tomboy. The way I walk with my legs wide apart; the way I seldom sit with my legs crossed in a ladylike fashion; and the way I go around punching the guys.. Tsk tsk. Thus, for the first step on my route towards ladyhood, I've painted my toenails. Haha! I remember going through a similar ladylike phase when I was 16. And I snapped out of it, pretty obvious huh? Lol.
I'm waiting for Brian and Lester to come over to my place. We'll have lunch, then head down to Brian's house. Will prolly meet up with Shaun somewhere along the way. I hope we'll all have time to catch a movie! Or we might be visiting Jane at her house. We'll see.
I've decided to wear the batik skirt stashed away at the back of my wardrobe today. Even though I'd very much rather wear pants so I can tuck my legs up if we do go to the movies, but it's a sacrifice a lady's gotta make! Lol. It's pretty humid to be wearing jeans anyway. Ladylike girl, ladylike. :) I'll try to snap some pictures. Later peeps.
It's the second day of the lunar New Year, and Mom's party is starting. A few early birds are streaming in, but I've locked myself in my room. I've got a face mask on, and I don't wanna go around scaring them away. Lol.
Spent the morning in front of the telly with my dad, watching Discovery. Watched this programme on deep sea creatures, as well as an anthropology show on the Xavena people or something. It's a place near Cuba I think.
I remember how I used to anticipate watching programmes about the marine world when I was a kid, and I used to draw, or doodle, fishes and corals on my drawing block. That interest has died down, though watching programmes to do with the sea never fails to fill me with a sense of serenity. If that passion for the underwater world had stayed, I would prolly be one of the first few to take up scuba diving. But I'm pretty apprehensive, 'cos you never know what's down under.
I think I've been too much of a tomboy. The way I walk with my legs wide apart; the way I seldom sit with my legs crossed in a ladylike fashion; and the way I go around punching the guys.. Tsk tsk. Thus, for the first step on my route towards ladyhood, I've painted my toenails. Haha! I remember going through a similar ladylike phase when I was 16. And I snapped out of it, pretty obvious huh? Lol.
I'm waiting for Brian and Lester to come over to my place. We'll have lunch, then head down to Brian's house. Will prolly meet up with Shaun somewhere along the way. I hope we'll all have time to catch a movie! Or we might be visiting Jane at her house. We'll see.
I've decided to wear the batik skirt stashed away at the back of my wardrobe today. Even though I'd very much rather wear pants so I can tuck my legs up if we do go to the movies, but it's a sacrifice a lady's gotta make! Lol. It's pretty humid to be wearing jeans anyway. Ladylike girl, ladylike. :) I'll try to snap some pictures. Later peeps.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
A Whiff of Paradise
A Whiff of Paradise
As my dad and I were heading down the stairs for our jog, I caught a whiff of a scent reminiscent of my unforgettable Bali holiday in 2002. Scents are powerful memory jolters. This mango-y fragrance I can't quite put a name to always reminds me of Rasa Sentosa; Ibiza Hippie by Escada always reminds me of my first few weeks of fun in poly; and my Flower by Kenzo reminds me of my first date with that arty farty guy. Lol.
I'm feeling really stuffed. The buddha belly I had initially worked off during my jog has probably doubled in size. Dinner was good - nonya chap chye; bak wan kepiting; buah keluak. -phew- Figure I'd have the drive to wake up to jog tomorrow morning? I hope so. Tomorrow's plans are pretty ambiguous, but it'll prolly involve house-hopping with the guys. Sounds fun. I haven't really house-hopped with my friends. :) I wanna catch a movie! Have had that urge ever since we couldn't catch a late night show on Monday.
Anyway, the pictures are up. Not plentiful, as usual. But do take a look at my darling cousin Glenda. She melts me into a puddle.
Off to talk to a crazy man high on wine. He's mad. He needs therapy.
As my dad and I were heading down the stairs for our jog, I caught a whiff of a scent reminiscent of my unforgettable Bali holiday in 2002. Scents are powerful memory jolters. This mango-y fragrance I can't quite put a name to always reminds me of Rasa Sentosa; Ibiza Hippie by Escada always reminds me of my first few weeks of fun in poly; and my Flower by Kenzo reminds me of my first date with that arty farty guy. Lol.
I'm feeling really stuffed. The buddha belly I had initially worked off during my jog has probably doubled in size. Dinner was good - nonya chap chye; bak wan kepiting; buah keluak. -phew- Figure I'd have the drive to wake up to jog tomorrow morning? I hope so. Tomorrow's plans are pretty ambiguous, but it'll prolly involve house-hopping with the guys. Sounds fun. I haven't really house-hopped with my friends. :) I wanna catch a movie! Have had that urge ever since we couldn't catch a late night show on Monday.
Anyway, the pictures are up. Not plentiful, as usual. But do take a look at my darling cousin Glenda. She melts me into a puddle.
Off to talk to a crazy man high on wine. He's mad. He needs therapy.
Glenda Angel
Glenda Angel
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Doesn't she look exactly like an angel? The sunlight streaming in through the window makes her look like there's a halo on her head.
Daddy
Daddy
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Mr. Khoo, explaining to Glenda how to use a camera phone. Lol.
Me & My Aunty
Me&Aunty3
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Finally coaxed a reluctant smile out of her. Heh. She hates taking pictures.
Mom & I
Mom&I
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My hair's really messy and I look terrible, but I think Mommy looks real sweet in here. :)
My Digital Photobook
My Digital Photobook
On this balmy late afternoon
I scrolled through my digital photobook
Unintentionally I chanced upon
Our memories captured on film
I can still see the vivid scene
Of you in your white button shirt and long cream pants
The bus ride home on 166
And how it felt like we'd never come to an end
No matter how spotty your face
Or how huge your belly became
I would have loved you
I would have loved you just the same
And so I closed my eyes and took a walk
An indulgent stroll down memory lane
Funny how it seemed like it was just yesterday
For a moment, I was in love again
But when I opened my eyes
Reality hit me in the face
The man in the past I gave my whole heart to-
Only traces of him remain
No matter how spotty your face
Or how huge your belly became
I was willing to love you
I would have loved you just the same
I no longer know the present you
But the sweet memories will stay
And once in a while I'd take a look
In my digital photobook
I came up with part of the song in my half-awake state on the cab ride home. All the house-hopping and angbao-collecting has left me exhausted. Slightly conflicting emotions were evoked in me as I read your message this morning, for it's been awhile since you were so honest about your feelings. I happened to see the pictures we took at the initial stages of our courtship, and this warm and fuzzy emptiness filled my heart.
We are different people from who we used to be. I would really have loved you, but it is difficult to love someone I no longer know, don't you think? :)
Some memories are better left in the past, no matter how sweet they may be. 'Cos that's all there is left of us - memories.
All the New Year pastries have worsened the state of my buddha belly, although it was slightly comforting to hear that my dear friend polished off a whole box of pineapple tarts. We are the unfortunate vicitims who have succumbed to the seductive allure of the very tempting pineapple tart, lol!
I'd be uploading some snaps taken today shortly. Till then, I'm hoping the sleepiness will pass me by, and in its place, motivation to jog. Bye bye buddha belly. I am so determined to rid myself of you.
By the way, I just noticed that my mom and I have the habit of rubbing people's bellies. Lol.
On this balmy late afternoon
I scrolled through my digital photobook
Unintentionally I chanced upon
Our memories captured on film
I can still see the vivid scene
Of you in your white button shirt and long cream pants
The bus ride home on 166
And how it felt like we'd never come to an end
No matter how spotty your face
Or how huge your belly became
I would have loved you
I would have loved you just the same
And so I closed my eyes and took a walk
An indulgent stroll down memory lane
Funny how it seemed like it was just yesterday
For a moment, I was in love again
But when I opened my eyes
Reality hit me in the face
The man in the past I gave my whole heart to-
Only traces of him remain
No matter how spotty your face
Or how huge your belly became
I was willing to love you
I would have loved you just the same
I no longer know the present you
But the sweet memories will stay
And once in a while I'd take a look
In my digital photobook
I came up with part of the song in my half-awake state on the cab ride home. All the house-hopping and angbao-collecting has left me exhausted. Slightly conflicting emotions were evoked in me as I read your message this morning, for it's been awhile since you were so honest about your feelings. I happened to see the pictures we took at the initial stages of our courtship, and this warm and fuzzy emptiness filled my heart.
We are different people from who we used to be. I would really have loved you, but it is difficult to love someone I no longer know, don't you think? :)
Some memories are better left in the past, no matter how sweet they may be. 'Cos that's all there is left of us - memories.
All the New Year pastries have worsened the state of my buddha belly, although it was slightly comforting to hear that my dear friend polished off a whole box of pineapple tarts. We are the unfortunate vicitims who have succumbed to the seductive allure of the very tempting pineapple tart, lol!
I'd be uploading some snaps taken today shortly. Till then, I'm hoping the sleepiness will pass me by, and in its place, motivation to jog. Bye bye buddha belly. I am so determined to rid myself of you.
By the way, I just noticed that my mom and I have the habit of rubbing people's bellies. Lol.
The Beauty in Ambiguity
The Beauty in Ambiguity
So it's the first day of the lunar new year. I don't feel much of the festive spirit in the air. The only thing tangible about Chinese New Year would be my currently expanding belly. Put me, my brother and my dad together and it's hello Three Little Pigs, lol! Our poison for the evening was an absolutely sinful concoction of pineapple tarts and bak kwa.
Went shopping at Raffles City and Parco Bugis in the afternoon with CH. I wanted to get my eyebrows trimmed, but I couldn't seem to find a place for that. I spent the last minutes into the lunar new year trimming my own brows. Interesting, no? Haha.
Anyway, I found CH this wicked linen mandarin-collared shirt. It was a steal at $15, and it made him look like a beach hunk. Nice. I tried on a couple of dresses too, mostly floral ones. I looked pregnant in most of them. I seriously think it's my evil belly's fault. Argh. I think I should live on nothing but air and water for the next three days, lol. As if!
CH went "wow" when I put on my first dress, not because I looked gorgeous or anything, but because "I never imagined you'd wear a dress. Looks so different ah."
I think I've been too much of a tomboy. I shall try to act feminine or something. -shudders-
Reunion dinner was simple but good. I like this mini affair, before Thursday's full-blown party. My bitch would be in Malaysia this time around, so there would be no Holland Village escape from the chaotic mess my house would be in. Why holidays of all times babe?!
Had the usual sibling talk with my brother after dinner, over even more bak kwa and pineapple tarts. We're hopeless I tell you. I basically updated him on everything that has been going on in my life, and like most people, his eyes widened when I revealed the BIG change. Ah. But they all agreed it was for the better. :)
I love talking to him. We're so full of shit when we get together, and it's always great to get his two cents' worth on how I live my life.
Time just flew us by as I listened to his love stories. You know, my brother is the ultimate epitome of a playboy turned good. In his younger days, he had it all - the looks and the killer charm. It was girl after girl, fling after fling, until he met my sis-in-law. There is hope for us girls after all eh? Lol.
After what I heard about you last night, my otherwise good impression of you has been tarnished. A part of my heart still refuses to believe that you're capable of doing such a thing, but the facts are right in my face. I obviously don't know you as well as I thought I did. I'm glad I was paranoid and doubtful, because I had every right to be.
What a thing to say to someone on CNY eh? Hrmph.
Off to bed. Looking forward to the other tangible aspect of Chinese New Year (apart from my belly that is) - the ang baos! Night world. :)
So it's the first day of the lunar new year. I don't feel much of the festive spirit in the air. The only thing tangible about Chinese New Year would be my currently expanding belly. Put me, my brother and my dad together and it's hello Three Little Pigs, lol! Our poison for the evening was an absolutely sinful concoction of pineapple tarts and bak kwa.
Went shopping at Raffles City and Parco Bugis in the afternoon with CH. I wanted to get my eyebrows trimmed, but I couldn't seem to find a place for that. I spent the last minutes into the lunar new year trimming my own brows. Interesting, no? Haha.
Anyway, I found CH this wicked linen mandarin-collared shirt. It was a steal at $15, and it made him look like a beach hunk. Nice. I tried on a couple of dresses too, mostly floral ones. I looked pregnant in most of them. I seriously think it's my evil belly's fault. Argh. I think I should live on nothing but air and water for the next three days, lol. As if!
CH went "wow" when I put on my first dress, not because I looked gorgeous or anything, but because "I never imagined you'd wear a dress. Looks so different ah."
I think I've been too much of a tomboy. I shall try to act feminine or something. -shudders-
Reunion dinner was simple but good. I like this mini affair, before Thursday's full-blown party. My bitch would be in Malaysia this time around, so there would be no Holland Village escape from the chaotic mess my house would be in. Why holidays of all times babe?!
Had the usual sibling talk with my brother after dinner, over even more bak kwa and pineapple tarts. We're hopeless I tell you. I basically updated him on everything that has been going on in my life, and like most people, his eyes widened when I revealed the BIG change. Ah. But they all agreed it was for the better. :)
I love talking to him. We're so full of shit when we get together, and it's always great to get his two cents' worth on how I live my life.
Time just flew us by as I listened to his love stories. You know, my brother is the ultimate epitome of a playboy turned good. In his younger days, he had it all - the looks and the killer charm. It was girl after girl, fling after fling, until he met my sis-in-law. There is hope for us girls after all eh? Lol.
After what I heard about you last night, my otherwise good impression of you has been tarnished. A part of my heart still refuses to believe that you're capable of doing such a thing, but the facts are right in my face. I obviously don't know you as well as I thought I did. I'm glad I was paranoid and doubtful, because I had every right to be.
What a thing to say to someone on CNY eh? Hrmph.
Off to bed. Looking forward to the other tangible aspect of Chinese New Year (apart from my belly that is) - the ang baos! Night world. :)
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
It Just Blows Me Away
It Just Blows Me Away
Okay, I'm not quite blown away. Just abit shaky.
I'm at Ken's house now, using his laptop 'cos my computer's hopeless. I think I might have to invest in a laptop of my own. It is pretty funky. :) CH's watching some Chinese award show on Channel 8. This trademark duet by Sally Yeh and George Lam gave us goosebumps - we could almost see their love dripping out of the tv screen, lol.
I'm feeling sticky and smelly. Came straight over to his place after tanning by CH's pool. I was so exhausted, I was asleep almost the moment my head touched the sunchair. Lol.
We're leaving soon though. Ken's meeting his relief teaching students for reunion lunch, and CH and I are going down to Cityhall. I'm (hopefully) gonna trim my brows, and he's doing his Chinese New Year shopping. Men are such terrible last-minute shoppers. That's why he's blessed with a fabulous gal pal like me! Sigh. I am getting so egoistic.
A whole gang of us skipped Accounts lecture halfway to go for lunch at Mensa 2. It was fun. Haha. So was gymming with Cat. But I'm feeling fat today again. You should have seen the amount of pineapple tarts I had for breakfast. -shudders- I can't help it. I've got an immense weakness for homemade pineapple tarts. And they just fed me with bak kwa, lol.
Met up with Shaun, Brian, Fagan and Lester after my gymming session last night. Headed down to BK at Cityhall for dinner, after which we proceeded to Cineleisure with the intention of catching a movie. There were no good shows and suitable timings, thus we took a bus down to PS, hoping for more variety. Guess what? The ticketing booths were closed! And it was only 1020. Sigh. Headed down to Starbucks hoping to chill out, but they were closing at 11. Cartel too. So we headed back to the Coffee Club beside Cineleisure for drinks. I was extremely noisy, and I was having another of my laughing attacks. The frequency's increasing, lol. How's this, for our mini-adventure around town? Lol.
Everybody seems caught up in one dilemma, problem, or another. Lester mentioned that I looked happy and worry-free last night, and I guess I gotta agree with his comment. I am indeed. :)
To all my friends, especially Jane, Brian, Marc and Fagan - I hope everything gets better for you guys. -hugx-
Okay, I'm not quite blown away. Just abit shaky.
I'm at Ken's house now, using his laptop 'cos my computer's hopeless. I think I might have to invest in a laptop of my own. It is pretty funky. :) CH's watching some Chinese award show on Channel 8. This trademark duet by Sally Yeh and George Lam gave us goosebumps - we could almost see their love dripping out of the tv screen, lol.
I'm feeling sticky and smelly. Came straight over to his place after tanning by CH's pool. I was so exhausted, I was asleep almost the moment my head touched the sunchair. Lol.
We're leaving soon though. Ken's meeting his relief teaching students for reunion lunch, and CH and I are going down to Cityhall. I'm (hopefully) gonna trim my brows, and he's doing his Chinese New Year shopping. Men are such terrible last-minute shoppers. That's why he's blessed with a fabulous gal pal like me! Sigh. I am getting so egoistic.
A whole gang of us skipped Accounts lecture halfway to go for lunch at Mensa 2. It was fun. Haha. So was gymming with Cat. But I'm feeling fat today again. You should have seen the amount of pineapple tarts I had for breakfast. -shudders- I can't help it. I've got an immense weakness for homemade pineapple tarts. And they just fed me with bak kwa, lol.
Met up with Shaun, Brian, Fagan and Lester after my gymming session last night. Headed down to BK at Cityhall for dinner, after which we proceeded to Cineleisure with the intention of catching a movie. There were no good shows and suitable timings, thus we took a bus down to PS, hoping for more variety. Guess what? The ticketing booths were closed! And it was only 1020. Sigh. Headed down to Starbucks hoping to chill out, but they were closing at 11. Cartel too. So we headed back to the Coffee Club beside Cineleisure for drinks. I was extremely noisy, and I was having another of my laughing attacks. The frequency's increasing, lol. How's this, for our mini-adventure around town? Lol.
Everybody seems caught up in one dilemma, problem, or another. Lester mentioned that I looked happy and worry-free last night, and I guess I gotta agree with his comment. I am indeed. :)
To all my friends, especially Jane, Brian, Marc and Fagan - I hope everything gets better for you guys. -hugx-
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Not As Potent but Double In Complexity
Not As Potent but Double In Complexity
It was supposed to be a momentary antidote.
My msn messenger's screwed. I can neither run the program on my computer, nor the online web messenger. Wait, I rephrase. My computer's screwed; not just Messenger.
Shopping with Kerrie today was fun. I wanted to buy a bottom, but I ended up buying two tops instead, lol. I especially liked the racerback with lace. I've been looking for it forever.
Met up with the guys in the evening. Dinner was with Brian, Shaun and us at Cini and dessert at Paragon's Coffee Club. I think I was on a chocolate high towards the end of the night. Kerrie and Brian's bladder joke had me clutching my aching sides. Lol.
Can I not wake up for Saffron tomorrow?
It was supposed to be a momentary antidote.
My msn messenger's screwed. I can neither run the program on my computer, nor the online web messenger. Wait, I rephrase. My computer's screwed; not just Messenger.
Shopping with Kerrie today was fun. I wanted to buy a bottom, but I ended up buying two tops instead, lol. I especially liked the racerback with lace. I've been looking for it forever.
Met up with the guys in the evening. Dinner was with Brian, Shaun and us at Cini and dessert at Paragon's Coffee Club. I think I was on a chocolate high towards the end of the night. Kerrie and Brian's bladder joke had me clutching my aching sides. Lol.
Can I not wake up for Saffron tomorrow?
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Beautiful Girl
Beautiful Girl - Jose Marie Chan
Beautiful girl
Where ever you are
I knew when I saw you
You had opened the door
I knew that I'd love again
After a long, long while
I'd love again
You said "hello"
And I turned to gold
But something in your eyes
Left my heart beating so
I knew that I'd love again
After a long, long while
I'd love again
It was destiny's game
For when love finally came on
I rushed in line
Only to find
That you were gone
Wherever you are
I fear that I might
Have lost you forever
Like a song in the night
Now that I've loved again
After a long, long while
I've loved again
Beautiful girl
I'll search on for you
Till all of your loveliness
In my arms come true
You've made me love again
After a long, long while
In love again
And I'm glad that it's you
Hmmm...
Beautiful girl
I absolutely adore that song. Was one of my favourites when I was going through my Filippino song phase a couple of years back. Just heard if on Gold 90 and boy, boy, boy, it sure is sweet.
http://www.songhits.net/Jose%20Marie%20Chan/Beautiful%20Girl.htm
Go to the site to listen to the song.
12 hours on heels is no easy feat. My toes now feel permanently cramped, and my legs no longer feel like they belong to me.
Singapore Philatelic Museum with Justin and YH was fun. The museum itself wasn't that interesting, but we derived our own entertainment, what with filming bouncing balls and making instant coffee. I'm thinking twice about doing my internship there actually.
Paulaner with Jem, Shaun, Clarisse and Kerrie. It was my first time in that place, even though Brian and all have been working there for ages. The ambience's great. Wasn't that keen on the beer though. Gave half of mine to Shaun, lol.
Am I spreading myself too thin emotionally? I'm like everywhere. I can barely handle myself, and there are a thousand and one things waiting for me to do. Things that require a level of commitment I am no longer able to give. Maybe that's why I ran away yesterday. This whole emotional hurricane's taking effect.
Beautiful girl
Where ever you are
I knew when I saw you
You had opened the door
I knew that I'd love again
After a long, long while
I'd love again
You said "hello"
And I turned to gold
But something in your eyes
Left my heart beating so
I knew that I'd love again
After a long, long while
I'd love again
It was destiny's game
For when love finally came on
I rushed in line
Only to find
That you were gone
Wherever you are
I fear that I might
Have lost you forever
Like a song in the night
Now that I've loved again
After a long, long while
I've loved again
Beautiful girl
I'll search on for you
Till all of your loveliness
In my arms come true
You've made me love again
After a long, long while
In love again
And I'm glad that it's you
Hmmm...
Beautiful girl
I absolutely adore that song. Was one of my favourites when I was going through my Filippino song phase a couple of years back. Just heard if on Gold 90 and boy, boy, boy, it sure is sweet.
http://www.songhits.net/Jose%20Marie%20Chan/Beautiful%20Girl.htm
Go to the site to listen to the song.
12 hours on heels is no easy feat. My toes now feel permanently cramped, and my legs no longer feel like they belong to me.
Singapore Philatelic Museum with Justin and YH was fun. The museum itself wasn't that interesting, but we derived our own entertainment, what with filming bouncing balls and making instant coffee. I'm thinking twice about doing my internship there actually.
Paulaner with Jem, Shaun, Clarisse and Kerrie. It was my first time in that place, even though Brian and all have been working there for ages. The ambience's great. Wasn't that keen on the beer though. Gave half of mine to Shaun, lol.
Am I spreading myself too thin emotionally? I'm like everywhere. I can barely handle myself, and there are a thousand and one things waiting for me to do. Things that require a level of commitment I am no longer able to give. Maybe that's why I ran away yesterday. This whole emotional hurricane's taking effect.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Fairytales and Castles
Fairytales and Castles
I had another of my laughing attacks tonight - non-stop from Bedok to Cityhall. Started off when the Dirty Old Man looked like he was walking as if his hips were dislocated. Lol. Boy, I sure was an embarrassment on the train, but I doubt I'd ever see those people again.
I felt a little tug on my heart when I watched u slip and fall, and for the first time in awhile, I missed you. But amidst that emotion, there was also a jigger of numbness; emptiness and a whole lot of resignation.
I missed your "oh yeah"s and your signature cheeky grin.
But I don't miss our relationship.
I've moved on, but I don't want to leave you behind. A cherished friend who knows me inside out.
I'm honestly okay. Because at the end of the day, you wouldn't be my fairytale, and I wouldn't want to return home to an empty castle.
I had another of my laughing attacks tonight - non-stop from Bedok to Cityhall. Started off when the Dirty Old Man looked like he was walking as if his hips were dislocated. Lol. Boy, I sure was an embarrassment on the train, but I doubt I'd ever see those people again.
I felt a little tug on my heart when I watched u slip and fall, and for the first time in awhile, I missed you. But amidst that emotion, there was also a jigger of numbness; emptiness and a whole lot of resignation.
I missed your "oh yeah"s and your signature cheeky grin.
But I don't miss our relationship.
I've moved on, but I don't want to leave you behind. A cherished friend who knows me inside out.
I'm honestly okay. Because at the end of the day, you wouldn't be my fairytale, and I wouldn't want to return home to an empty castle.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Beautiful Collision
Beautiful Collision
"Beautiful beautiful night
What a beautifully dangerous ride
What a beautiful day we could hardly complain about
What's going on in the sky."
The titles of my posts don't quite relate to my entries sometimes. Not to say that I name my posts senselessly, just that the ambiguity prolly won't make sense to most people but myself. Beautiful Collision is actually the title of a Bic Runga song. I haven't had the chance to listen to it, but its lyrics are beautifully crafted.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible cramp in my right calf. Fell back asleep almost immediately after straightening out the muscle, but it's hurting a 'lil right now. Hopefully I'd still be able to work on the treadmill later at the gym.
Had a weird dream too. Zouk; white shirts; blue jeans and bus-stops. Hmm.
If I were to be perfectly honest with myself, you know, self-reflection and all, I'd have to admit that I have changed. I no longer embrace responsibility, and I am happier living my life without having to answer to people. What used to keep me grounded has lost its effect, and I am really quite happy living playfully.
I know some people might not be able to accept this new me without an explanation, but I wouldn't know how to explain this change either. This feeling of carefree liberation is consuming, and I'm loving every minute of it. Trust in me. :)
With regards to the tag by "anoymous" on my board about taking a break: I gotta agree with you, whoever you are. I feel like going on a holiday. Just a short trip somewhere where I can be away from it all for a day or two, but that's gotta wait I guess. School's eating me up alive. Haha.
Off to the shower and to school for MEIT compilation. And then there's the Olympics soccer game at night. Am I gonna have sambal fried rice again?? That'd make it 4 days in a row. Lol. I'm sleepy.
"Beautiful beautiful night
What a beautifully dangerous ride
What a beautiful day we could hardly complain about
What's going on in the sky."
The titles of my posts don't quite relate to my entries sometimes. Not to say that I name my posts senselessly, just that the ambiguity prolly won't make sense to most people but myself. Beautiful Collision is actually the title of a Bic Runga song. I haven't had the chance to listen to it, but its lyrics are beautifully crafted.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible cramp in my right calf. Fell back asleep almost immediately after straightening out the muscle, but it's hurting a 'lil right now. Hopefully I'd still be able to work on the treadmill later at the gym.
Had a weird dream too. Zouk; white shirts; blue jeans and bus-stops. Hmm.
If I were to be perfectly honest with myself, you know, self-reflection and all, I'd have to admit that I have changed. I no longer embrace responsibility, and I am happier living my life without having to answer to people. What used to keep me grounded has lost its effect, and I am really quite happy living playfully.
I know some people might not be able to accept this new me without an explanation, but I wouldn't know how to explain this change either. This feeling of carefree liberation is consuming, and I'm loving every minute of it. Trust in me. :)
With regards to the tag by "anoymous" on my board about taking a break: I gotta agree with you, whoever you are. I feel like going on a holiday. Just a short trip somewhere where I can be away from it all for a day or two, but that's gotta wait I guess. School's eating me up alive. Haha.
Off to the shower and to school for MEIT compilation. And then there's the Olympics soccer game at night. Am I gonna have sambal fried rice again?? That'd make it 4 days in a row. Lol. I'm sleepy.
Ridiculous Ramblings
Ridiculous Ramblings
I am exhausted and the state of my mind's similar to cotton candy - fuzzy and sticky.
I can't wait to go to the gym tomorrow and Friday.
And my beaching kaki's finally back from San Francisco!
Woo hoo.
Life's too short to be responsible.
Melt me.
I am exhausted and the state of my mind's similar to cotton candy - fuzzy and sticky.
I can't wait to go to the gym tomorrow and Friday.
And my beaching kaki's finally back from San Francisco!
Woo hoo.
Life's too short to be responsible.
Melt me.
I Melt With You
I Melt With You
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Go On, Judge Me
Go On, Judge Me
I think I should just accept it - no matter the circumstances, even when there isn't any hard and fast rule as to what is right and wrong, I will still be judged by my every action and decision.
I lead my life and I make my own decisions.
Why do I have to explain my every action to anyone?
Don't freak out on me just because I am not doing what you perceive is right.
And I thought you'd understand my position better than anyone else babe.
That's what hurts most.
And you. Why are we still fighting even after the dynamics of our relationship have changed?
I'm tired of trying to fight to keep the closeness, and of trying to be a friend.
I give up.
It's been such an exhausting day. I don't know if I wanna be around tomorrow.
I think I should just accept it - no matter the circumstances, even when there isn't any hard and fast rule as to what is right and wrong, I will still be judged by my every action and decision.
I lead my life and I make my own decisions.
Why do I have to explain my every action to anyone?
Don't freak out on me just because I am not doing what you perceive is right.
And I thought you'd understand my position better than anyone else babe.
That's what hurts most.
And you. Why are we still fighting even after the dynamics of our relationship have changed?
I'm tired of trying to fight to keep the closeness, and of trying to be a friend.
I give up.
It's been such an exhausting day. I don't know if I wanna be around tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
An Enchanting Experience
An Enchanting Experience
Like Cinderella with her fairy-godmother
Who turned pumpkins to carriages, and mice into horses
Who adorned a gown and left her glass slipper
And had her Prince falling in love with her.
Like Snow White and her seven dwarves
She ate a poisoned apple out of goodwill, not force
But then her Prince came out of the blue
And kissed her awake; like a dream come true.
Like Princess Ariel and her best friend Flounder
She dreamed of life out of the water
She mesmerized Prince Eric with her angelic songs
And captured his heart, forever and long.
Like Belle who offered herself to save her father
She brought hope and faith to the downtrodden castle
She melted the chilly heart of the Beast
And the miracle of love turned him back into a Prince.
Like how all fairytales end on an enchanting note
Our Princesses kept the magic of love afloat
Let's fill our days with childlike laughter
And like them believe in Happily Ever Afters.
Now that theme week for Monday's Saffron class is finally over, I can finally share my poem with all. This was the one I came up with for our complimentary scroll. :)
Well, Saffron theme week was fine; went better than I expected. Sure, there were screw-ups and all, but I think we did a great job! Two more weeks before service ends.. I can barely wait. Haha.
I'm starting to like Gold90 FM. Been hearing it around recently. Coco Lee's Before I Fall In Love is playing now. Slow music in the night. Nice.
I am not gonna comment about today's HTM Olympics Street Soccer game. Sensitve circumstances made me decide that I was better off watching from the outside than handling things from the inside. It was quite a scene though. Guys. Lol.
Good night world.
Like Cinderella with her fairy-godmother
Who turned pumpkins to carriages, and mice into horses
Who adorned a gown and left her glass slipper
And had her Prince falling in love with her.
Like Snow White and her seven dwarves
She ate a poisoned apple out of goodwill, not force
But then her Prince came out of the blue
And kissed her awake; like a dream come true.
Like Princess Ariel and her best friend Flounder
She dreamed of life out of the water
She mesmerized Prince Eric with her angelic songs
And captured his heart, forever and long.
Like Belle who offered herself to save her father
She brought hope and faith to the downtrodden castle
She melted the chilly heart of the Beast
And the miracle of love turned him back into a Prince.
Like how all fairytales end on an enchanting note
Our Princesses kept the magic of love afloat
Let's fill our days with childlike laughter
And like them believe in Happily Ever Afters.
Now that theme week for Monday's Saffron class is finally over, I can finally share my poem with all. This was the one I came up with for our complimentary scroll. :)
Well, Saffron theme week was fine; went better than I expected. Sure, there were screw-ups and all, but I think we did a great job! Two more weeks before service ends.. I can barely wait. Haha.
I'm starting to like Gold90 FM. Been hearing it around recently. Coco Lee's Before I Fall In Love is playing now. Slow music in the night. Nice.
I am not gonna comment about today's HTM Olympics Street Soccer game. Sensitve circumstances made me decide that I was better off watching from the outside than handling things from the inside. It was quite a scene though. Guys. Lol.
Good night world.
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