merry christmas and god bless everyone.
just back from one at fullerton. where's one fullerton? it's not quite clarke quay altho close enough to sniff the smelly men downwind.
the music one fullerton wasn't great, and it carried on through the night until the point i decided to head on home. but don't get me wrong, surely i had fun. the company was great, the people were fine, the guys were average and most of them from np.
to quote fel, "we are the hottest dancers here, they'd better let us up (onto that stage)".
stripey woman and her 'topless' boyfriend took the podium humping one another so long that i think the evil woman who stood watching them hump had a child before they decided to get off. what to do when there's only one podium with a pole? heh.
my feet are kinda achy, my legs are sore, my brain's totally functioning, and all i need now is a few good hours of sleep to keep me functioning the rest of christmas day. functioning well enough to collect as many presents as i am given. heh.
i found someone i was remotely attracted to at one. underline remotely, bold attracted. i am rarely attracted to people nowadays, especially guys. sorry guys, you are either losing your mojo or i'm just turning slightly bi. (
no, i am not bi. i'm just saying for a matter of fact in comparison. don't you dare turn my words around.) guys are more likely losing their mojo okay.
so what happened, again (yes, this has happened before.) is this guy, has my surname. we are both LIMs! this is unfair. i protest. i scream. i shout.
i wank for joy. (
haha. had to put the latter in. it reminded me of a friend's mini skit in the atrium of school.)
back to topic, this fellow whom i was remotely attracted to like all others recently, have my surname! MY surname. urgh.
ok, off to bed for, which i hope is, at least 3 hours, after i scrub myself all over and watch the grime that is lathered off my body get washed down the pipes into the sewers of the singapore drainage system.
have i said my merriest christmas yet? i have? oh dear. i'm so forgetful nowadays that i didn't get my friend's presents because i forgot and the fact that i'm
dead broke.
lesson learnt today:
true love is not perfect.
and true love is taking the risk on the not perfect.
i do (but) i don't: the hallmark afternoon movie aired this rainy christmas eve saturday
i love tv.
i have a new favourite movie. it's entitled
serendipity. say se-ren-di-pity.
if you've not watched it, you have to. i consider it a must watch. : )
i now appreciate the fact that i'm flat broke, and that i couldn't/wouldn't/didn't go to black or indo tonight, because serendipity was shown on channel 5's late night friday movie.
john cusack and kate beckinsale did a fine job in this A* movie on the possibility of trusting fate to the extremes when it comes to love. i cannot help but tell you that it is a movie to own. and i will definitely be dreaming of this one for a while.
here's the gist and juice for you.
boy meet girl at a departmental store during a christmas sale, and they both are eyeing the same present. both are seriously attached to someone else, but who's going to deny them a casual conversation? boy tries to get girl's number, but girl refuses to even give her name. she calls it fate if they were to meet again. they part, only to be brought back again within the next hour due to differing circumstances. he coaxes her into giving him her name and that's that. when he wants her number, she tells him to write it on a $5 bill. she turns on him, and gives it off saying, "if it returns to me, i'll call you." to make the deal fair, she writes her name and number on a book and sell it off second hand the next day.
you have to watch how this story plays out. the cinematography and the vibrant colours of the scenes are top choice, it's simply beautiful. this movie never tires, and will definitely bring a smile to your face. a feel good movie overall.
if fate had it in for me, i would've met you again. but we haven't, so i guess it ain't in for us. but it's okay. because if there is everything in the world going in accordance to a plan, it's working right now for me. and someday, it'll come right across you.
everything now seems smaller and more insignificant. and all the more perfect. i am happy at this very moment and i hope it lasts. : )
it's movies like this that just make me want to fall in love. for the moment.
merry christmas.
i have a new name. meet jason. and yes, i know jason is a guy's name.
who's brilliant idea was it? juanchanchoongloom.
adel looked at me today and said, "from certain angles you look really androgynous."
androgynous: 1. botany. having flowers with stamens and flowers with pistils in the same cluster. 2. hermaphroditic 3. of or for both sexes 4. (in this case) one's sexuality cannot be defined or determined by the facial features.
how nice.
i look androgenous. : )
have i mentioned how i
love my mohawk yet?
something as exhilarating and exciting, and as thrilling, screamable, wild fun and funnily extreme should almost be banned.
i said
almost.
so added to valerie's list of must dos:
sit the gmax, reverse bungee. and be sure to swing your legs.
i asked the guy how to make the chair upside down. he said all you need to do is swing your legs. and that's what i did : ) the chair went round and round and round and round. it was so funny! i was laughing all the way up, and down. and up and down again.
dwuu sat it with me, and kudos to him cos he's afraid of heights! thanks for being so willing to scream with me! : ) altho you were shivering with a combination of fear and ecstacy when we landed, i'm so proud of you! : )
believe me, it's well worth whatever you're paying for. an experience to share.
the horror of horrors blind-date gone wrong. and it happened today.
for starters, he came one ffing hour late. note: please do not be more than 20 minutes late, that's the grace period. if you really can't make it within that - call.
*you have been awarded 12 demerit points.blind date rule no. 2: try your best even if you can't hold a conversation about common traits/hobbies. ok, i get the fact that you're being caught up in life and whatnot, but please, there must be more to you than just that facade of a boyband lookalike. psft.
*no demerit points will be given in this section; we understand and sympathise with the 'i am a boring person'. apology accepted.blind date rule no. 3: so what if you're not interested in the girl/guy you just met. it's called a blind date! you're not supposed to know beforehand whether you'd like the person or not. bugger. it's a blind date. doesn't mean you're going to marry the damn person. consider networking for a change.
*no demerit points will be awarded in this section, self explanatory.blind date rule no. 4: never, i mean, i stress, i scream never!, never ever say i'll treat you, and then realise that you don't have enough cash. puulleeeease, don't take out the small little wad of notes that you have to prove your point. we get it, you don't have the cash.
*you have been awarded 7 demerit points.blind date rule no. 5: if you have other plans, just tell us. not buy the movie ticket and not turn up. this is just wrong. it's the twenty-first century, more than 99% of the Singapore population is educated, and at least 90% of us are connected via the telephone, mobiles. if not first degree, at least in the second.
*not turning up is unexcusable, you have been awarded 100 demerit points.total number of points collated: -119 points.
i am sorry, but you have failed. please try again later.
or not.
hallucinate: the conduct of seeing, hearing, tasting, smellings or feeling things that exist only in a person's imagination.
Hallucinations may occur as a result of certain mental illnesses or fever, acute alcoholism, the taking of certain drugs or other causes.
introducing valerie on a high, a high fever that is.
i slept last night feeling a little queer, head pounding, stomach aching, legs throbbing, the works. i brushed it off with a "oh it's prolly just stress."
as i slept the hours, my mind was racing a mile a minute, and the only thought i had was, 'gee it's hot here' and it's not as if my blanket's a woolly mammoth. i toss and turn over and over again. eventually my brain was functioning at a whole other level. how so? i could feel the blood in my entire body swishing around like in a blender, and oh how it blew. i repeatedly told myself and all who were listening (who in the world is listening to me at 0500hrs!), 'the water's poisoned.' what water? where water? the water in my blanket of course!
i would tell you more, but i think i've made plenty a fool of myself. ah well.
it is mrm lecture on a dreary tues at 0800hrs.
my hearing aid ought to be her. but it isn't. it's a nice rendition of madonna's "don't tell me"
random thought: i am in need of pearl's vitamin M. should get back my invested vitamin Ms.
the rest of the tuesday went something like this.
...
yeah.
it's feat lect at 1500hrs.
random thought: think santa would really give you coal for christmas if you've been naughty? i highly doubt it when he's gonna need it in the north pole.
today i learned that the singapore education system is so good at teaching people how to summarize that they've managed to remove 3 letters from the word uterus and have it still make sense. meet the replacement: "womb".
we apparently are so smart that the newspapers can't afford to use the word uterus.
please give a round of applause for the winner of the lowest point of the day.
however. somehow just somehow, the next moment to follow is the highest. yes, we experience mood swing rushes like the effect of the reverse bungee. how does that feel? i don't know. let me try it first and then i'll get back to you.
here's the juice of high.
think you know someone who speaks so slowly that the sun would set a hundred times, the grass on the other side would turn a nice shade of pink, and the solar system would burst into a gazillion mini pieces before he finishes his sentence?
how about this someone this slow? "she could make a snail cry." (i have decided to not name this person, for safety's sake. you never know who's reading. a-hem.)
i stifled my laughter with an unsuccessful guffaw.
zouk on saturday went something like this.
the bouncer guy asked for my id.
'here'
he looked at it, didn't bother to look at me. yay 1.
looked at dees. looked at mine again.
'what's today's date?'
i grinned and beamed. '17.'
'happy birthday.' yay 2.
'thanks!'
dee got me a mani and pedi! : ) mucholove girl, thanks!
here's my to first mani and pedi, cheers.
yes the rest of you, be awed. valerie anne lim has never gone for a medi or pedi.
touch me here. touch me there.
my heart moves no slower
nor faster. its rhythm stays.
ah well. just finished a film entitled
barriers for the fsv-ians. khai owes me big for making me do a film on my birthday! haha. but tis ok, i liked the film muchomucho; it was interesting.
let me 'splain.
firstly, it's in chinese. me and chinese is like the frog princess and the golden ball and a prince. don't get it? exactly.
secondly, i'm supposed to be a chamberlady. how so with my mohawk do? i got myself a wig. and yes, i'll wear the wig one day for you to see. : )
thirdly, i have mastered the skill on not going crosseyed from someone being barely a cm from my face for 10 minutes. yes, you call me master.
dinner was good today.
my birthday dinner yesterday didn't happen, unless you count sitting in the car and having a picnic in the middle of a traffic jam, with me rushing off to zouk in less than an hour of reaching home.
there's always time for a first, ain't there.
hearing aid: happy birthday to me
i wake to a message from daniel, it's 0730hrs. it reads,
"morning there. happy 18th birthday. i think you've got a surprise at your door step. hope you like it."
my brain switches on the rest of the bodily functions; i hop out of bed to lean over the window. my first exercise of the day! : ) lo and behold, my eyes fall upon the bag which sits quietly on my doorstep.
first thought, oh my gosh!
second thought, now how am i gonna get my present in my undies?
ahhh. skrew it. hahaha.
now a beautiful necklace, a short do (read: mohawk), a wig, half a film, and 20-over wishes are what's left of my wonderful eighteenth.
to all who helped make it happened, thanks. you'll never know how happy you've made this little girl.
here's a note just before i shave my head. yeahh, appointment's at 6. countdown in 1 hour 40 minutes. think maybe the new do would bring better luck to the guys i date?
i'll let you know. i hope so, i really do.
would you still love me if i am bald?
what's happened this year:
dated. many many many.
clubbed. many many. (and i'm not even 18 - yet. just you wait, tonight.)
schooled. homework. mass comm.
adeline says that we haven't done much this year. we are boring people i see.
to quote ren,
"mass comm happened."maybe the next year would be more... just more.
i'll try a before & after picture posting. stay tuned.
last night, while i was at holland v, i was offered a
threesome.
details: two girls, 1 happy guy.
my answer?
take a guess.
i ought to be leaping for joy and smiling from ear to ear and telling the world that i did it. but i'm not.
i'm just satisfied that i got into pap. maybe it'll take a while more to sink in.
random note: i like fedac, it helps me sleep.
5 days.just five more days.
five ffing more days.
i think i'll just roll over and die from excitement..
now, why would anyone think so much of their eighteeneth? go ahead, make fun of me for being sucha kid - but don't say i didn't warn you that you won't have many opportunities to enjoy your birthday next time. so let me bask in the ultimate gratitude of turning eighteen! : )
did a lil shopping by myself today. no i'm not a sad and lonely person. it just so happens that dee wasn't able to make the intended shopping spree due to school commitments. 'tis ok, another time. i don't intend to die anytime soon anyway.
i bought a top, a-a- err. (trying to find the word to describe it) a versatile top. heh. thinking of wearing it to zouk this saturday for the finals. wee. if you're there, you'll see it. and you better be there if you can.
do remember, vote for xiang qi on canon dv fest site for audience favourites for a free ticket to zouk on saturday!
i think i blew my pap interview today. don't ask. i just feel bad now. i doubt i'll be getting a call back. oh shush.
somehow i think my period's coming. my moods are on the flux and are having a ball on the roller coaster. bugger.
want to see my new do? be at friday's party. i'm selling tickets. girls at 6, guys 8. it's some party in school (now, don't go all "What?! in school?"), i'm sure it's gonna be quite fun. (read into that anyway you want.) besides, it's the day before my birthday, so you know what to do.
fyi, i'm going for the mohawk. i know full well who's going to kill me when i do, so if and when i see him, i'm gonna show him up for being sucha bugg.
oh, i'm getting a wig too. haha. and no, i don't have cancer. it's no funny thing to have cancer.
xiang qi made canon dv film fest finals!
to be held at zouk on the 17th (read: my birthday).
heh.
gonna slap my id on my forehead, and enjoy the moment.
weary is my spirit
worn is my heart.
i still loathe you.madness ripples through me
the circles taking slow effect
its diameter ever increasing
overwhelming, consuming
you keep eating my time.
you keep eating my head.
i'm tired now.
go ahead mass comm, eat away.