dear mr purple flecks,
wishing your dreams away
i wonder how far you've flown
do return for coffee someday
and a cupcake for tea
the glint in your eyes
i know are faint
listen to this, and have hope
"if grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life."
dear mr purple flecks,
my dreams have returned
i thank you for them
dream a lil dream
with a cup of coffee
and a cupcake for tea
i send you my love,
praying you know and feel
and hope
the sunshine will come out again, tomorrow.
: )
i frickin' passed my field assignment 1 with a d+.
disappointed, yet expected, yet relieved. *i can finally breathe : )
the future killers:
commis feminism 1500 word essay
pr *sigh.
webd final project with flash
newswriting final newspaper project
to remove the pain whilst i stay up late til late
random topic of the day: one tree hill needs to shown earlier in the night on ch5.
just finish watching csi's 2hr season finale directed by quentin taratino!
note: i don't want to die in a box, ever. burn me, cremate me whatever, put me in some urn. but don't leave me in a box.
i'm a slight claustrophobe. talk about being stuck in a room, try living in a box for the rest of your 'life'. erks. feeling chills down my spine now. erks.
quentin is a riot, can't believe he did whatever he did in the season finale. kudos. man, if you didn't watch it, you missed out a lot. a lot. heh.
this is good, who cares if i had to wait up til 3 to catch it : )
god made the world round, so we could never see too far down the road
it's lecture day, and it's my first time actually skiving in the middle of lecture to write a blog entry. ok. no worries about attendence, i'm still sitting in lecture, just skiving, that's all. i can't skip any more classes, i've reached max. bugg.
questions to be answered:
- where has my focus been?
- my dreams have returned, how come?
- who is god's guardian angel: everyone has one, doesn't god too?
- do we really have to pull it off?
- what is bugging him.
- when am i going to talk to the one(s) who pissed me off and him too.
- should i call the cow: "although people like to eat beef, it doesn't mean they want to meet the cow."
- when am i gonna get my butt down to running again
- new hobby (exclamation mark.) quick: pick one.
- what is my news angle?
save me, would you.
so i sit and watch
as others are picked before me
it leads me to wonder
i ask myself:
"what's it they got that i don't?"
a lil' voice answers:
"the courage."
don't you ever wonder why certain things happen?
why is it someone is luckier than you?
prettier than you? more buff than you?
and why are you made this way and not that way?
watching america's next top model was kinda weird. like most of the girls have a child, and they're what, below 20? some even have 2. not saying that it [read: teenage pregnancies] is bad, but it's just changed that's all. the whole world's changed. ok. but i have to admit that they showed a lot more blacks this season, to only kick them out later to select 90% of the 14 finalists to be whites. damn.
my mum asked me, "did you ever want to be someone else?'
and all i could think about was:
"why would i want to be someone else. because there's so much of me that i don't know. mysteries keep people alive, it is the unknown that people often question." now i'm thinking about the island.
anyway, i told my mum: "no. i've never thought about being someone else. why should i?"
i guess our parents have their insecurities too, they are the parents: expectations are to be good, powerhoused, teaching, moral value imparters, blahdeblah. i think they just want us to be everything that society expects us to be, everything that their parents expected them to be. my opinion is parents have it tough. imagine my mum, she's got 4 to deal with. heh.
here's something awfully random:
but you know he's there, because you can feel him.
randomness over.
topic for today is: my friend got me wondering about why god does whatever he does.
why does he torture souls of the innocent, of those who have yet to hear of his word. well if they don't hear him, they lose their opportunity. and then one fine day, they die. question: does that mean they go to hell? just because they didn't get to hear about him? then i figured, if everyone knew his word, what was the drive or the spirit that those who knew about him going to be? i realised, those who know of his word, and want to spread his word, would tell. and if everyone knew of him - who was there to tell? where would the drive be? where would the passion lie? would there be a passion? how can you have passion with no purpose right? right?
you can't save everyone in the world, but you can change those whom you meet.
and meet them you shall, my friend. meet them you shall.
: )
hearing aid: dirty dancing 2 soundtrack. thanks to leslie. puts me in the better mood when i'm not. like now when i'm about to pull my hair. maybe i won't have to shave it when i'm 18, depends whether it's be intact til then. argh.
here's my attempt in putting my first pic on the new blogger thing. futile attempts: 3. haha. in honour of past memories, here's us at breko. to the laughs of old, cheers.
my soul, unrest
with broken pieces of my memory, of time
spilled across my bedroom floor
maybe you dream, you just don't know
i heard one say
this morning i wake
i shudder from the cold
chills in my toes
but still i'm gleeful
for i dreamt a dream
the very night before
i know i did, i'm sure i did
thrilling and exciting
and a whole lot of laughs
a pity i can't remember
i really wish i could
yet should i not, i'll be satisfied
for having dreamt that once
| Your Passion is Green |
 For you, sex is always fresh and new. You approach sex with innocence, even if you aren't as innocent as you seem! Gentle and slow, you aren't exactly known for your passion. But what you lack in smooth moves, you make up for in sweet charm. |
the point here isn't the sex.
i'm not sure if it is coincidence that my passion colour is green and that the lady is holding a cactus. but it's funny, a personal joke that i shall keep around til i see him again.
| Your Element Is Fire |
 Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame. You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out. You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable. You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive. Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many. |
it's no wonderr why i almost burnt down my house when i was primary 2. yeahh, i remember now; it was the lantern festival. honestly, i wouldn't remember it if not for the burnt marks that sit nicely on my mum's room's floor. a nice big patch of burnt wooden floor. hey, i was only primary 2 you know.
and not forgetting the other time at christmas at my grandmas, i sat in front of her furnace for hours because i thought the fire was bewitching.
but of course, it's not only the fires that entices me. it's just the many times i'm caught enjoying the flickers of light from the flaming paper or wood shacks, it's not my fault i was there. really. someone just beamed me up and placed me there to frame me. i'm really not into the whole fire thing. really.
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Famous Spice Trader. Where You Lived: Argentina. How You Died: Decapitation. |
i died laughing. no wait. i was decapitated. figures.
| You Should Learn Spanish |
 For you, learning a language is about career advancement and communication. Knowing Spanish will bring you tons of possiblities for jobs and travel. Bárbaro! |
there, they said it.
i actually intend to learn the language because, hey, besides it being awfully sexy to hear (tied with french of course), i think doing my roadtrip through europe and speaking the 3rd most popular language in the world would help.
anyway, i did say i needed a hobby. maybe a new language would do. boys are losing their charm over me. hehe.
oh! amazon.com isn't all that bad. my first try at it today 'cos the book i wanted entitled lily by cindy bonner is no longer being published. buggers. kino told me to try amazon.com and so, i ordered it online! and so my virgin online shopping experience has been taken by a book that i read when i was in primary school. what's so great about this book that i can still remember it, even though i read it more that 6 years ago? will letcha know when i get it! : )
what's so new about me and books? fyi, it's not new because i, yes, I love to read. so those who thought that valerie anne lim is a brainless bimbo (redundancy perhaps? perhaps not.) kiss my perfectly perky butt. ha. randomness honestly is such a bore nowadays.
i intend to set up a library, yes my personal library of good books. i'm 6 books in, and counting.
hearing aid: robbie williams "old before i die"
women are subjected to be objects of sex and other poorly represented figures in the media. ouch. this was the enlightening issue that i had to go to school on a saturday for. very disturbing, highlight very and bold disturbing.
question: what is sex? what is gender? can you change either of them?
"when you see men with several ladies with him, he's a pimp.shit. what kind of relation is this. what do people think of me then, i wonderr? bugg.
when you see a women with several men, she's a slut."
what's the hoo-ha about being fair (note: i'm not fair. i tan fast, and lose my tan real slow) anyway?! there apparently is this commercial where this fair lady says she's not fair enough, here's what the speaker today had to say:
know this one? "my boyfriend said i looked like a bouncer" (she was phat.) good one. no one should be subjected to the diminishing accusations of their other half. and should they be, walk away. fast. everyone deserves someone better. and tell your girl friends to beat the shit out of him.
i am perturbed. and whoever said beautiful was young, and below 18 anyway.
i'm going to be an awesome, empowered, strong, chic lady (and should i be single, so be it) at 39. so the gist of what i'm going to be in one word is beautiful. my way. and prolly end up living with my best friend at 80 and with 27 cats, watching the valerie alerie show with charlieq : ), and still doing what 80 year old people do then. something like wakeboarding and skiing like such. watch me.
ok.
note to self: sentosa is a good place to read books. next time bring a mat and my bikini. : )
i went to 'tosa with dee and shane (not planned), in jeans! *horror. yeahh, just enjoyed the breeze perfect, shuddering in the cold once in a while. the sun was hiding nicely behind the clouds heavy with tears, where the drizzles of rain on the beach left the sand wet, coarse and my feet going through a thorough exfoliation. the view was good, as usual. hehe. and so was my book "the big love" by sarah dunn. i think people thought i was mad, fortunately for me, i know most of 'em. haha. next time, there'll be sunshine and another good book.
hearing aid: vertical rush's "hello, goodbye"
oh shaun is a funny guy. mr 45. has found a love, good on him. : ) she better treat him good aiights? natania castelle will not be good to anyone who eats mr 45. haha.
anyway, he gave me this brilliant idea when i told him about my boyfriend for x'mas.
rules have changed. here it is: i will have 11 boys for the 12 days of christmas.
but wait, how can i have 11 for 12 days right? aren't i short one? here the low. hehe.
11 different boys for 11 different days, from the start of the x'mas moods(20th) til the day before new year's eve (30th). then from these 11 boys, i would choose my date for the new year's party! smart eh? : ) i attribute this brilliant idea to shaun, my mr 45.
hehe. interested? oh wait. i think i'll change the rules again. who said it has to be boys right? *grin* i can't wait!
look on up. ok, i'm done eating at myself. give it a while and get used to it.
the island is a good movie. goooood movie, i recommend it.
this is my all new favourite quote. haha.
I'm mad. Eating at myself for godknowswhat reason. Peter Pan and his stupid little fairies can kiss my butt. Oh. God damnit, I don't know what's up with me. I'm frustrated, and confused, and angry and and and, I have no shitty idea. Somehow I'm wishing the world would die away, and that humans become the cannibals that I know we all are; hungry to feast on the flesh of some other poor soul that couldn't survive in the dog-eat-dog world. Shit ass. Roll over and die, would you.
I'm mad. And I'm eating at myself for godknowswhat reason.
I wished the voices in my head would just shut up. Shut up, god damnit. Sorry God.
This is an original story written by Valerie Anne Lim. Take a read. Enjoy.
His welcomed surprise came too soon, for news of his return was not expected till end of the month. But there he stood, at her doorstep greeting her with undeniable delight.
They sat by the benches in the park in her quiet neighborhood, chatting about their time spent apart the 2 weeks
"You know miss?" he asked.
She looked at him, confused.
"The one in the dictionary," he explained. "The meaning of miss is all within me," touching his chest, "here."
She smiled. He was always smooth, and genuine about himself towards her.
He reaches into his pocket and pulled out his bad habit, which he did say he was intending to quit. He puffed the smoke away from her face, for she was never fond of the cigarettes or its smoke.
"I always smoke when I'm around you," he admitted.
She teased, "perhaps you shouldn't hang around me then?" Sitting next to him brought back memories before the 2 week split; the time his 'twin' came over with paper flowers, another when he brought her to a well-known jazz bar. He was known for his surprises in the middle of the night.
"When did you get back in?"
"2 hours ago."
"I thought you came in last Saturday?"
"We extended our trip till the 18th."
"Oh?"
Conversation carried on through the night.
"I haven't stopped smiling since I left my house," she admitted, jaw aching from the pull of her cheek muscles for the past half hour.
He reached into his bag. "I got something for you," and passed her a white bag with a top in it.
"Also, something for your younger bro; a cap."
"I'm sure he'll like it." She smiled at his thoughtfulness.
"Do you know Marc Jacobs?"
"Yeah."
"And this is for you," pulling a white box out of his bag. She blinked, unbelieving.
"Wow. No one's actually got me something-something before." She stumbles over her words. She holds onto the box, not ready to open it.
He removes her handphone slung around her wrist. "Your arm would be weighed down later." She got the hint, a bracelet.
Minutes later, suspense killing him, he eggs her to open the box. "Don't worry, it's not a diamond." She laughs, "I know."
"I asked the pretty ladies at the shop to recommend me something for you," he explained. "I said that she's funky, wild, and loves being single."
She pops open the white box's lid to reveal a silver and yellow metal bracelet with a heart and a small sphere in the centre of the heart. "Beautiful, very her" she thought. She opened her arms, reaching over to hug him in thanks.
The hug, held too long. "I missed you. It's been too long since I last saw you," he said. She remained quiet, thankful.
Midnight came too soon.
Conversation died down, and they walked aimlessly through the neighborhood blocks, enjoying each others' company. On the way back he attempted to hold her hand, and she pulled away. He knew it was coming. Finally they returned to square one, the benches. She speaks her mind.
"While you were gone, I found myself. I found my centre. I found a balance."
He held his breath and let it go slowly reeling through his teeth. Eventually, he sighed, inaudible.
"Also, I learnt that I am happier being single."
Those dreaded words slicing his soul deep, blood gushing out the wound.
"I'm sure you knew that was coming," she pointed out, prodding at the wound further.
He nodded. "I shouldn't have left for the 2 weeks. It was a bad move." He laughed the pain off. She could see it eating at him.
She sat next to him. "Look at me."
"I can’t look at you."
She looked away, knowingly. It ate her too.
His bad habit reared its ugly head for the 6th time that night. The drags long and hard, the stick finished fast.
"I've never seen you smoke so hard before."
"I like my cigarettes."
He got up and walked away to take more drags, attempting to finish the packet in the next minute.
She bends over, whispering to herself; praying for help and guidance from her God.
After minutes of silence, thick enough to slice with a knife, he breaks with "Leopards have changed their spots. My friends have seen it."
She got up off the bench, and walked to another seat. "I believed in the leopard." She paused, "and I still do." She couldn't bear to sit still for another second; she got up and walked about in circles, pacing the ground.
Twenty minutes to 1a.m., after ten minutes of silence. She paced the ground over and over that one could imagine it being worn away, slowly but surely. Both had nothing to say, what was there to say?
"I'll be going home at 1a.m.," she said.
"You should be going now." He got off his seat.
She jumped up, as if happy. "Okay, I'll walk you out to catch a cab." She dragged herself as he walked briskly past her. The icicles that followed hit her hard; cold in the humid night.
They walked past her house. He was ahead of her. She followed, keeping pace with him, legs heavy, heart heavier. Down the slope of her place, memories flood her mind. Her mind raced and wondered what she was doing, she felt detached; she was not there but she was.
This was the right thing to do, she kept reminding herself. "I want you to know that the bracelet still means a lot to me."
"And there really isn't anything not to like about you," she added. Honest to every word uttered from her lips.
"Don't say anything," he replied coldly. "You don't have to explain anything."
She shut up, yearning to tell him that she was sorry. But nothing came out.
They reached the foot of the hill. He finally said something, "this is my last stick, might as well smoke it before hailing a cab."
She guessed her efforts to help him kick the habit was not going to happen, if anything, she spurred the habit and added the wood to the fire. She lit the match.
They stood meters apart, as if she carried a disease, and the immunization was not in sight. He wasn't going to talk to her, and she had no idea what to say that would not hurt him the way she had already did. She did not want to add alcohol to the wound, it would sting like hell.
She could not stand it anymore.
He smoked lights menthol, she recalled, randomly.
Walking up behind him, she finally placed her hand on his cheek and stood in front of him. A vague smile, but it was there for sure she thought. She kissed him on the cheek, a friend's kiss.
"You'll find someone, perfect for you." She meant every word.
She felt undeserving of whatever he was capable of giving. She always felt that way, for every other guy before him came her way, and failed in their attempts of loving her in hopes of reciprocated emotions.
He tried to embrace her, embrace the very thing he wanted, it was like catching air. As surely as air being there, you can't grasp air.
Standing at his distance, as if it kept him safe from her poison sting, he turned his upper body, not ready to stand before her. He cocked his head the way he did whenever he talked. Familiarity struck her deep.
"You are the first serious one." He took a drag of his cigarette.
The words rang within her.
He smoked his final stick, slowly. For every second that the stick was alive and burning, there was a chance of redeeming whatever they had perhaps. The final drag seemed utterly painful, slicing away everything that he had in mind for them. It ached her so, did he not know?
The final drag was done, and he released the left over orange bit of the cigarette. It fell quietly, like what they had, onto the concrete pavement. Quietly, it rested to be trampled on by the foot, smothering it. Quietly, it died away.
They waited for the cab on the road that seemed too quiet for the night. The air was surprisingly not tense, she guessing the emotions lost in the stillness. It probably would not have settled until hours later.
The crickets fell silent. He looked to the sky and said "I have never seen stars since the first time I came."
She added immediately, "There was this once, not here, the other playground. There were stars there."
Then she fell silent, she thought to herself. "It was him right?" It had to be, what a fool she was.
Cabs in the middle of the night never seemed to take this long; it felt like hours in those minutes.
"Where are the cabs?" She tried to laugh, but ended up sounding fake and tried.
Headlights at the end of the road, and a green light flashed on the top of the vehicle. Yes, a cab, finally. Oh no, was her first thought. This was really going to happen; it was going to be over. Oh no, not now. Idiot.
The cab driver pulled into the area, stopping perfectly in front of her, waiting, calling her to take a seat and run away. He got up and strode over confidently. He was always self-assured; it was one of those reasons why she liked him so.
Before he hopped into the cab, they embraced and kissed. His passion still alive, she could feel it engulfing her.
Then the cab left, taking all that was her, with him.
The walk up her slope was slow, trudging her way, she cried 3 tears.
filming for leslie today was great, although i felt so much like an idiot. haha. i have never been so unglam in front of a camera in my life! i was like gyrating my hips, flailing my hands everywhere, and grabbing my chest as part of my dance moves! haha. oh yes, i can't wait to get my copy of the edited piece. haha.
mr nice eyes, i'll be wondering.
and sure les, i'll be sure to wait out for that kiss. *personal jokes.
ttfn, this is me. 2006.
but with demons sitting at my side
and angel's come to ask me why
and slowly i give up
inside to say
to feel alive, i'd
give it all away
and she says
"please would you find me.
i've lost my way, please would you says me now?"
he wakes to find that he's out of love again, and its time for him
to run
and back inside her, he feels his innnocnce slowly setting with the sun
and he says
"please would you save me. i'll lose my way.
please would you help me to escape?"
and their answers lie in a setting sun
and treasons why will remain unknown
'cause we live our lives till we come undone
i like his sound.
ttfn, this is me. 0108.
"kane ian."
haha. never thought i would laugh at his name. ok i shan't. *valerie snickers away. oh yeahh.
"thanks anyway. it was nice of you."oh well. baybeats today. missed electrico - no big. heard 'em live before. i think they lose their charm after a while. but maybe it's just me that's experiencing it, cos from their hundred odd screamers, it looks like they'll be around for a while. way to go local music industry. oh randomness shit feels like it's settling.
did absolutely nothing today. sluggish and like a sloth, i move. new hobby ideas please? i am waiting. maybe a water sport like shhwake? or how about back to scubaing - dell wants to go in august (madman; august is frickin' exam period!), kane too. dee and her plans of scubaing has been, erm, in stagnant waters for over a year now.
ahh yes, that lady's finally back. and i missed her terribly! (heard that woman?! i want to go ouuut.) can't wait to hear all the details about bonfire-ing at the beach with 'em 2 german fellows, and all the scandalous times out with eh;heh. along the beautiful beaches of godknowswhere with lodging at 20-flippin'-dollars per night. gee.
but it seems you appeal more than him
or maybe i'm just bored lil soul
ttfn, this is me. (can't be bothered to put 'ciao' or 'out' or whatever.) 0051.
i never noticed how boring my life really was.
i need a hobby.
perturbed by the fact that you don't know what it is until it's gone
scratch it.
derogative remarks
find their way
into our minds
scratch that
it's always been there
only now you know
blood leaks and i bleed
eyes covered, blinded
yes, blinded by the fool
question: what's-his-name?
and timings just went wrong
everything stood still
like a dream
twilight zone
when things stands still
all else is clear
then you function right
cos it's just you
and those closed roads
take me away as you've promised
take me away before i change my mind
take me away as you are doing now
"wait. let me off please.
i want it back.
no you say, i'm taking you away
sigh.
the bus pulls from the stop
with you left behind
ok, now it's just low
how you could've kissed and tell
but that makes me low too
how i could've kissed was the point
thank god the bottle spins
the route of the night
- excelsior hotel: issey. fai. fel. rah.
- past jazz@southbridge: boongee. law.
- there's the diveshop: imp. allen. iman. louis. weida. clement. eunice. marilyn. hajar.
- the old parliament, the arts: insomnia24 fai. issey.
- the dolphins with rav: danwuu. jerry. law. rah. fel.
- partyworld ktv is quite the surprise: rock. su.
- north canal road? familiar. is mox nearby? and so it is.
- clark quay mrt. central.
- the underpass of memories
- the quay's night sky at zenzibar. still i smile: rock.
- reverse bungee.
- bak ku teh: rock. wayne.
- the slope feels oddly familiar.: goo's doll
- devonshire road: puma.
- winsland house? no. lanson's place.: miko. egan. joel. janice.
- the irish pub and a night of a big white shirt
- singapore power building, youth park has a kopitiam?: issey. fai.
- someone on grange?
- Cine/ Taka/ Paragon? Swensens.: wayne. deb. sarah.
- Wisma's indochine: kj. jon. ruffles. shhwake. allen. marilyn. louis. george. gloria.
- Bus stop behind wheelock
- haagen daz
- the living room after the night of jap food; that i know well
cafe narcosis i believe
cross the river
unexpected, this i didn't see coming
who said they'll ride it wit' me? i can't remember
like a night of 61 perhaps?
no. it was this very one, not too long ago.
kilkenny? interested in one? was.
why wasnt it there earlier!!?
can't remember. no face. no name
black. see through. jeans.
then i fall asleep. to miss my stop.
this ride is crucial. the past lives i've lived, revisited.
perturbed by the fact that you don't know what it is until it's gone
scratch it.
ttfn, this is me. ciao at 1234hrs.
gosh. it's such an eventful day. riight. like i was within a 2mile radius for about 8 hours. and it's not as if singapore is that small.
lemme work the schedule:
things to do today: print stickers. go library. pay fines. borrow book. night plans? nothing solid made yet.
so off to bras basah i go to get stuck in the damn congestion just because singapore plans for a birthday bash rehearsal. brilliant. it takes me over an hour just to get to the fringe of town from home (note: it usually takes a max of 45mins.)
i give up and decide to get off at plaza singapura and walk to bras basah. haha. think t. knows how lost i can get in just that domain. BUT. i have been lost in that area one too many times, this time i got it right aiights!? printed stickers. task 1 done. yay. now off to the library.
but my mission was interrupted by the call of my hungry belly, then i remembered that i haven't eaten anything all day. so off i go to the nearest macs after walking about like an idiot (i was lost inside bras basah. yes, laugh all you want.) i stay at macs for over an hour. closer to 2. i admit. i was bored shitless. and the library just didn't seem to be calling much. besides, the thought of the damn congestion around the area was not appealing. at all.
baybeats. from 6p.m. all the way to 1a.m. yes. how nice. i'm not in the mood to elaborate now.
will tell more in time.
here's the gist for baybeats/ the times spent at the esplanade thereonafter.
- kj working : ) in anything, he's still hot. fullstop.
- waited for mafia for, like, ever.
- bought the baybeats 2005 shirt with their cd (i got a grey button. yay.)
- we pit all the performances. rocked.
- fireworks. first class view to be shared with a lover or something. at least i got to share it wit' shaun - i'm not that alone afterall.
- shhwake (new addition to the story) gets lost in esplanade. he's got poor sense of direction and a hamster memory.
- at the last performance for the night, i see kj. surprise surprise. *swoons
- phone batt dies. "fate is fate?" supper plans.
- meet leslie and cheryl, surprise surprise.
- oh and kaneian, waiyi and someonesomeone. surprise surprise.
- got the number of the producer and organizer of baybeats. yay for networking.
- ride home sucked. nightrider home to oversleep my stop and get lost in bukit batok.
- cab then gets lost.
- but now i'm home. and in need of sleep and reality to slap me quick.
- and yes, kj has a girlfriend.
- and i'm having my period.
oh yeahh, i did this all in my 2 1/2 inch black heels, with my topshop denim mini and my new forever21 green/orange/yellow tubetop.
ttfn, this is perturbed me. ciao at 0355.
i hate, underline hate, people who are not proactive.
anyway.
there's this shop at orchard mrt, one of those secret stashes of cds going at like $1. (no they're not illegal.) haha. ok, the cds that are a $1 are crummy, but they've got cds going attabout $5.90-$11.90!! steals mann.
know 'gramophone'? there's on sale now. i know you want the location. pay me.
: ) it's in the vicinity of orchard mrt, take the underpass and head up to the bus stops at the back of wisma. i think the spot used to belong to 'this fashion'? check it out. it's there til, erm, 3 more weeks from now or so they say.
i bought. yeahh. like 5 cds. wanted way more, but needed to watch my expenses. yes people, i'm trying to save. this time, not the no shopping or no eat-outs, but the typical/underestimated saving. haha.
here are my picks today:
- Tony Bennett - JazzMoods|Cool. i won't be surprised if you don't know 'im. he's a jazz singer : )
- Dido's Life for Rent. i'm sure you know her, yes i like her. it's for easy listening, when i'm not concentrating on anything!
- Aretha Franklin - Moods|'Round Midnight. how could you not know the queen of soul? take a listen, and adore her.
- Ben Jelen - Give It All Away. never really heard him, but cd at $9.90, why not just take a listen, i'm sure i might like 'im, and i do. plus he's quite a looker. *grin* IF his cd doesn't suit your flavour, keep his picture around : )
- Kelly Rowland - Simply Deep. hey, i still have a lil flavour aiights!! : ) for those moods.
let me list the perks. on the way to pick up cds, you'll prolly:
- meet 1 other friend accidentally, and prolly feel better after for catching up with the lil "hi's" and "how dya doing?'s" and "oh did you hear?'s"
- exercised, walking to godknowswhere.
- got a life related to things like other lifeforms, other than the tube [read: tv], housework, homework, officework (you get the drift.)
- heard other fantastic artistes which you'll prolly want: to d/l once you get home. you bug.
but. newsflash! people, please remember: it doesn't matter who handles the money. it's who the money helps. and it helps. (note: i'm not a donator to the nkf. i do all other smaller charities, and to charities that help the mentally disabled cos my sister is a downs. don't know what downs? go read it: downsyndrome and on the way, go find out what's a cleft/harelip. why? cos my elder bro has/had it.)
and while i'm on the topic of just having verbal diarrhea. i think michael jackson is innocent but he just has issues like every other sex addict/pedophile/love addicts/addicts of all forms (wait. does that make every human being alive?) oh shoot me.
also. remind me to keep thinking this: "don't ruin the moment." that ought to be what i live life by cos its moments like those that are just too perfect to change. don't touch 'em. leave 'em perfect, and they'll always be remembered that way.
i think i just want to reinterate this very important important important message.
ttfn, this is dehydrated me. (dann has said 'out' is old, so just for you dann..). ciao at 0424.
hearing aid: all saints 'war of nerves'
Monday on the lineweird.
When you know that now's the time
To leave and be free, aware of your destiny
When that moment arrives
Wild visions through the mind
And all I see is what used to be
My life could soon be a memory
feeling so detached that it just doesn't feel like anything. i wonder whether something going down. i'll just keep wondering.
being late's boring. haha.
i'll try and keep you updated.
ttfn, this is me. out.
wow. as i clear my system that is too full to function right, i find stuff that leaves me thinking about times of old.
here's one i feel is an interesting read entitled: about a boy i would like to meet
"lifted this off my cousin's because i realised she said everything i want in her own dream guy, but with a lil edit from me:
"my dream guy has to be smart. smarter than me in one aspect. sense of humour is a must, wit is appreciated. easy going but can also get excited about things. aware of ettiquette & is charming. passionate about the present and future, well travelled and justifiably opinionated. someone who can pull off a GREAT bedhair look. love music. is able to laugh when he trips. honest & open, yet mysterious. tall is a plus, fit is good, knows how to sweep a girl off her feet, and make her smile. and you will bowl me over if you can change a flat tyre in 9 minutes. just a guy who is really great but is mildly aware as to how great he is. and from my past experience, he's out there!"
i'm not looking, but it's a good read."
i'm gonna do more clearing. maybe i'll find more wonderful nostalgic reads.
ttfn, this is me. out.
Roll over baby, the time has come
to make a little bit more room
I've hung around you, it's getting tough
I think I'm gonna break down soon
I remember, crying in the park, it was getting dark
Suddenly I looked up
You were my sky
So go on and
Sleep darling
Why don't
you pretend we were just a dream
It's cool baby
It doesn't matter anyway
I'm so sorry
We got to the station a little too late
It's such a shame
We just missed the train
Be quiet angel, don't make a sound
Save it for a rainy day
Oh can't you see me, I'm such a mess
trying hard to find my way
Do you remember, wasting all that time, we were
feeling fine
Though we couldn't walk a line
We were alright
So
go on and
Sleep darling
Why don't you pretend we were just a dream
It's cool baby
It doesn't matter anyway
I'm so sorry
We got to the station a little too late
It's such a shame
We just missed the train
Oh, why'd that train just pass us by
Didn't anyone see
We were
stuck at the light
Or we would've made it on time
So sleep darling
Why don't you pretend we were just a dream
It's cool baby
It doesn't
matter anyway
I'm so sorry
We got to the station a little too late
It's such a shame
We just missed the train
- Kelly Clarkson's
"Just Missed the Train"
how i wished i could find you again
because you were so much like everything
and i can't believe i threw you away
i think it's time to say my sorries to you
i hope that you'ld see my faults
it's all here, but it's too bad we missed the train
we won't be going anywhere
i think it's time to say my sorries
just wasn't able to read who you were
and now that i can and able
i admit i was a fool
i think it's time to say my sorries
to see you again
and to cross paths would be a dream
like catching that train once again
ttfn, this is foolish me. out.
looking in to the mirror of old
see a child that grown too fast
lost in the act
and out of her mind
think its time to retrace the steps of old
and change my future.
i'm sick and i feel oldwatch me take my life
retching is my soul
and turn it inside out
round and round
to return to square one
it's all about the me that was
take a seat
enjoy the show.
being sick blows.
ttfn, this is me. out.
ttfn, this is me. out."But since you been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah
Thanks to you, now I get, I get what I want
Since you been gone
You had your chance, you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth, I just can't take it
Again and again and again and again"-Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone"
in the middle of the night
i was spurred by a thought
nothing much;
just a want to change
and change starts here
ttfn, this is me. out.
i know the feeling.
and somehow, it scares me.
someone told me:
"memories of her times will be viewed with a sepia-ish glow and will go slow-mo accompanied with the classic serenade of sinatra.. memories of skandals will be speeded up, blurry with techno bass beating in the background"i'll keep wait with the furnace warm.
ttfn, this is me. out.
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yesterday. friday, 8th july 2005.
it's been a while since i've actually been this busy. check this timetable.
been out of the house since 1300hrs on friday, til 0510hrs on saturday morning : ) i just love my lifestyle - and i'm not being sarcastic.
here's the low.
class 1400-1800hrs.
huge-ass project (webd: just shoot me will you for submitting work wit' broken links. aiights, i've heard plenty.) due at 5pm. submitted early, but like i said, wit' broken links. ok the deal wit' the broken links is that if your website has ANY such problems (a broken link is *for all computer illites* when you click on a button but the destination doesn't exist; like atlantis, the island under the sea?), you get an F or zero. either way, you don't pass this flippin' 25%. wish me luck. i'll need it.
1800hrs: then met wit' leslie to see the dirty dancing 2 video which they're "copying", it's aiight, they're looking for a male talent to work opposite me - interested? drop a tag. don't worry, it's only dialogue : )
1820hrs: met dee, who was stressing about webd, cos... her's was barely..erm. done *was thinkin' about saying 'started on'* erm. yeahh. good luck, girl. like i said, if anything, help whatsoever, let me know : )
kudos to dee for helping me out wit' my news angle thing, cos really really really i was so flippin' stumped (yes. ramani shot my angle. headshot, nice.).
got my pay. whoopie. that's $36+$64 = $100. plus the l'oreal products i get worth $64! hehe. i love my job. i will prolly never do promotions again, unless i've got people like dee to work wit', but seriously, promotions are boring with capital B. met up with l'oreal at 2000hrs. dinner. niamniam.
2130hrs: interview wit' tan boon gee, resident drummer at jazz@ southbridge for an hour. he's quite a nice fellow; quiet, unpresuming, but nice.
then off to dAeming's to get changed for risque: party at indochine. hehe. ;) party turnout was goooood. lotsa people, underaged, but what the heck, the sight: beautiful. yes, pedophile i am not. *grin*
here's the juice.
(name's changed to protect his identity) k.j's back in town til he's gotta fly : ) which is somewhat good i guess? anyway, that's not the juice. this is.
whoooo-boy. he's got THE technique. *grin* aiights. since i'm so done with the promiscuous acts thing, i'm declaring that we kissed. haha. yes, read that again. k-i-s-s-e-d.
oh did i not mention that k.j's younger than me?! haha. pedophile i am not.
yesyes, tag all you want. this is hot topic. ttfn, this is hehe me. out.scandalous affairs; i simply love being single : )
just caught the movie, a lot like love, with t. i would say it's well worth buying the dvd : )
i seem to get myself into these situations often. if not often, at least one after another. someone explain it to me, why am i the unfortunate one? think it's time i sorted this one out. looks like the cow has left the building, and didn't even leave a note.
i have decided that i shall find someone who makes me just as happy as amanda peet and ashton kutcher in a lot like love because it's stupid.
"don't, you'll ruin the moment."sounds familiar.
in dire need of my hours.