Friday, July 30, 2004

mischief managed.

the homecoming carnival is tomorrow! school was done up ever-so-gaudily today. i guess that's characteristic of hc, a complete lack of colour coordination. evidence can been seen from the weird looking carnival banners with conflicting colours. no offence mr chow, but they really are ugly. for council's stall tomorrow, i'll be tending the pie-throwing booth with pubco from 2pm. so do come and get yourself pied for only four bucks. alternatively there's always the dunking pool if you're dying to get wet. both great fun, wahaha.

we'll also be ushering at the ritz carlton for the grand dinner in the evening. thanks to that, richmond (my direct junior) has conveniently roped me in to write him an article for aspiro news. okaaay. i can imagine mrs ang correcting my article... just like old times.

funny mari. caught her attempting to play a prank on me by sending something to me under the stupid cupid thing. so she's amended her target, the poor soul. oh yep i'm now authorised to guest blog at her defunct blog. (okay i think she forgot her password or username. whatever, :) )

poooo i am shagged. long day ahead tomorrow. i hope everything goes well for dust, mik, mr chow, us and everyone else. and oh well i am looking forward to spending the thirty dollars worth of coupons i was forced to buy. i am quite excited about tomorrow, i am.

thursdays with the OC.

i love you.

... thank you.

today's episode of the oc was so perfect! i am floored. love the new year's eve mood of joy, celebration, reminiscence and erm, warm fuzzy feelings all around. :)

thursday is my favourite day of the week.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

with one look, i put words to shame.

With one look, I can break your heart
With one look, I play every part
I can make your sad heart sing
With one look you'll know all you need to know

With one smile, I'm the girl next door
Or the love that you've hungered for
When I speak it's with my soul
I can play any role
No words can tell the stories my eyes tell

[audiophile : with one look/ glenn close from the musical sunset boulevard]

awww, aren't these lyrics pretty? i'm suffering from musical starvation. ku must write cds for me!

jiahui, madd and i came up with an almost-prototype for suria-man's costume in the adventures of suria-man and marian jane during ct period. oh and mr ang was playing dodgeball again on questions about the new name (hwa chong institution, the horror!) of our school. he might as well have said something like "i conceed all of you think the name sucks. but the big shots up there who own this place like it. so there, you'll just have to live with it, you porkies!" okay maybe not the you porkies part. :)

staying around in the central plaza yesterday morning before the carnival launch rehearsal with the councillors felt like old times again. the same old idiosyncrasies... marcus's stupid shoulder tapping, zhuanghui being buaya, waiye being self-sacrificial, the couples being couple-ly, the guys playing with the big balls... oh i do miss them quite abit.

i'm going to be throwing a big ball down into the central plaza for the launch. the rehearsal was really funny because i think the whole student population was waiting expectantly for us to throw the balls down but we didn't know the cue. snorts. i still like the big red ball better! that was the cutest, roundest, reddest and most bouncey ball ever!

Monday, July 26, 2004

when the tide comes i'll take you away.

I didn't know that it was so cold and
You needed someone to show you the way.
So I took your hand and
We figured out that,
When the tide comes I'll take you away.

If you want to, I can save you,
I can take you away from here.
So lonely inside, so busy out there,

And all you wanted was somebody who cared.

[audiophile: all you wanted/ michelle branch]

i live my life in a cyclic pattern nowadays. and it's strange, i've never known the value of peace until now. there are hardly any major ups or downs, just in-betweens. my little moments of happiness and other warm, fuzzy feelings include coming to school with ku, having lunch with a treasured friend, a random good morning sms from pea, being with the councillors once more, sharing a good joke with my class clique, receiving an email in response to my email series, reading a good book, completing everything on my things-to-achieve-for-today list or watching friends... (the list goes on! and i missed friends today, poo.) oh well, glory to God and peace to mankind! everything is only as wonderful as we will it to be.

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

[bookophile : the prophet by kahlil gibran]

Sunday, July 25, 2004

a fabrication of a grand scheme.

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak

You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between

Sometimes a lie is the best thing

[audiophile : telling stories/ tracy chapman]

i love this song! it plays on loop in my head...

okay i know i have a big biology test tomorrow. and a list of things-i-want-to-achieve-today that has yet to be achieved. i came online to visit this highly interesting site that shauna was talking about. but drat, can't access it! haha, should have known the content was too subversive.

Saturday, July 24, 2004

speak now or forever hold your peace.

a long time ago, a circle of friends cemented a vow. but this was subsequently broken under horrific circumstances. it became evident that they had never been completely honest with each other. their words became a legend, one dissipated through the threads of time. for years they were afraid to believe that they themselves had created that legend, as though remembering would bring back the pain.

but anything they said now could no longer possibly have any far-reaching repercussions. anything they said now did not matter.

so they kept their silence and forever held their peace.

an epiphany, you burn so pretty.

We made a connection
A full on chemical reaction
But by dark divine intervention
Yeah you are a shining light
A constellation once seen
Over Royal David's city
An epiphany, you burn so pretty
Yeah you are a shining light
Yeah you light up my life

[audiophile : shining light/ ash]

a big happy birthday to dear waiye, my guiding light and confidante. thank you for all the times...

woke up early today for the homecoming carnival rehearsal. in the end i just wasted my comfy, rainy morning cos the comm chairs didn't do much. we watched the juniors having their dance session. we had milo with mr chiam. and now i'm back home feeling very sleepy.

looks like i'll have to postpone going back to sngs again, i hope ku doesn't go without me. next wednesday there's going to be a carnival dry run. pooooo. haha i know it's quite bad that i'm so unenthusiastic. sorry mr chow! i know you read this!

Friday, July 23, 2004

concerning angels and demons.

The lights are out in the city tonight
So close your eyes, gaze up at the heavens
And see if you can point me out

If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we think we want
And never really knowing what we have

[audiophile : the day the lights went out in nyc/ the ataris]

concerning angels, a blinding light came on angel wings, a gentle confirmation of beauty amidst all uncertainty.

concerning demons, the blinding light henceforth banished them for all eternity.

in relation to my favourite line from five for fighting's if god made you, i am even more convinced now that he's in love with me. how sweet it is.

the pain passes, the beauty remains. -- pierre auguste renoir

Thursday, July 22, 2004

you were just a waste of time.

i love my early day. 1.20pm! one is opened to a wealth of possibilities when let off at 1.20pm. that includes sleeping away the afternoon!

the homecoming carnival approaches and i know dust is terribly excited. mr. chow has been looking progressively more untidy when he comes for physics lessons. he's probably the most excited one. okay, i am almost excited too. the thirtieth is going to be back together for a day. miss them quite a bit.

i'm listening to jojo's leave (get out). very funky!

you said you would treat me right, but you were just a waste of time.

and that concludes my bout of pointless rambling for today. check back tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

in perfect harmony.

i have learnt that life's most precious things are not the dizzying highs (which never fail to be accompanied by the heartbreaking lows), but emotional peace and stability of mind.

may you find that for yourself too.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

this could get messy.

We'll fast forward to a few years later
No one knows except the both of us
And I have honoured your request for silence
You've washed your hands clean of this

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance, it seems so obvious?

[audiophile : hands clean/ alanis morissette]

i've never liked alanis that much, save for this song.

mugging marathons that extend till the wee hours of morning are terribly unhealthy. my funny vi will attest to that.

and it seems i blog with no purpose nowadays except to post a pretty lyric or make a random, often stupid comment. my mind must be stagnated.

Monday, July 19, 2004

(he's in love with me.)

Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe

But if God made you, He's in love with me

[audiophile : if god made you/ five for fighting]

i can't believe i actually skipped this song the first few times i listened to shauna's mix. it has the sweetest, most perfect line... and gets me all dreamy and happy inside.

my throat still feels quite scratchy. perhaps it isn't premature to conclude that school's just bad for me and i should be resting at home. yea right.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

just remember till you're home again, you belong to me.

See the pyramids along the Nile,
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle.
Just remember darling all the while,
You belong to me.

See the market place in old Algiers,
Send me photographs and souvenirs.
Just remember when a dream appears,
You belong to me.

And I'll be so alone without you,
Maybe you'll be lonesome too.

Fly the ocean in a silver plane,
See the jungle when it's wet with rain.
Just remember till you're home again,

You belong to me.

[audiophile : you belong to me/ jason wade]

awww this is ever so sweet and touching. used it as one of the songs for the council item mix during stepping down.

my dad is fifty-six today. he almost qualifies for being a senior citizen already. happy birthday dad!

i've had a good excuse to sleep away the weekend- medicine that makes me very drowsy. but i'm feeling much better, and i foresee healthier times coming. :)

Saturday, July 17, 2004

try to make a move just to stay in the game.

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes

Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light

'Cos everybody's changing and I don't feel right

[audiophile : everybody's changing/ keane]

keane's music is so beautiful and so apt.

it's college day today. congrats to cow tan, who will receive his best performer in S3 prize. :)

i'm still coughing badly. not good.

Friday, July 16, 2004

this is how you remind me.

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream are we having fun yet?

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

[audiophile : how you remind me/ nickelback]

if i wasn't so ridden with the flu bug i would actually have enjoyed sleeping the day away and repaying my sleep debt.

but well. any PT (personal time) is some at all.

my dad brought back a radio from south africa that doesn't run on battery or a power point. it has to be wound up or put in the sun to be recharged. very novel! and he bought me the same beaded necklace he bought on his trip there few years back! :)

but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.

Someone told me that love would all save us
But how can that be?
Look what love gave us
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling,
That world never came

And they say that a hero can save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away

Now that the world isn't ending,
It's love that I'm sending to you

It isn't the love of a hero,
That's why I fear it won't do

[audiophile : hero/ chad kroeger]

love would all save us? what a blatant lie. love could never be that wonderful.

it's a nice time to be home, because my dad's back from south africa.

but i'm wheezing terribly and i can hardly speak because my throat feels rusted. going to the doctor soon.

and just for interest's sake. yesterday's code decoded is... O N G B A K. laugh. figure it out.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

crack the code.

When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection

Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call
She won't forsake me

I'm loving angels instead

[audiophile : angels/ robbie williams]

yvonne, diane, jiahui and i spent today's bio lect coming up with and pondering over codes. here's something i drew up for yvonne and di, who managed to solve it after a few big hints. it's someone's name...

25 65 18 13 1 50
20 63 12 0 0 43

all right. i know it was a glorious waste of time. but at least i didn't fall asleep.

lunch today with my comm sect minyee was dandy. missed her awfully. :)

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

but i do love you.

I don't like to be alone at night
And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right
And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes
But I do love you
But I do love you

I don't like to see the sky painted grey
And I don't like when, nothing's going my way
And I don't like to be the one with the blues
But I do love you
But I do love you

I love everything about the way you're loving me
The way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do, oh I do

And I don't like to turn the radio on
Just to find I missed my favorite song
And I don't like to be the last with the news

But I do love you

[audiophile : but i do love you/ leeann rimes]

another one from waaaaay back. charming.

reading mik's notes on the upcoming homecoming carnival. they're riotous!

dunkee - person to be dunked
dunker - person who tries to dunk the dunkee
donkey - a kind of animal (in some ways similar to a horse)

another full day of council work on the 31st of july. it never ever really ends, does it? once a councillor, always a councillor. :)

and thank you to shauna who has very kindly written me a cd of sustaining music. includes vindicated by dashboard confessional, somewhere only we know by keane, ordinary by train, lydia by F.I.R., endings by familiar 48... music extremely precious to someone who's living on 56k and absolutely no download mechanisms.

i think assume my usual late-night msn pals miss me. i miss you too! i will be back in november.

guilty as charged.

You locked away your secrets
Kept them away from me
I only came to say goodbye
Now you finally see
You wanna start all over again
Make it work this time
But I don't wanna end up feeling
Far away from fine

I memorized what you said to me
So surprised, it was hell to be
So frustrated with the way we were
Not a single word could make it work
Now look at us today
We blew it away

[audiophile : new year/ sugababes]

okay, that's no more mc donalds for me. i feel like a guilty, porkish, super sized me! haha. time to resume my june hols diet.

i'm on overload! too much work, too little time.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

what would you say if you had me on the line?

Called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk
Picked up a paper, it was more bad news
More hearts being broken and people being used
Put on my coat in the pouring rain
Saw a movie it just wasn't the same
'Cause it was happy and I was sad
It made me miss you oh so bad

Dreams last so long
Even after you're gone
I know you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you

Go about my business, I'm doing fine
Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line
Same old story, not much to say
Hearts are broken every day

[audiophile : you were meant for me/ jewel]

the world around seems to echo my thoughts. the torrential rain speaks volumes of my pain.

i wrote this a while ago. it rained today, just like that day in june, but how far i've come since then, and how different i am.

Monday, July 12, 2004

it starts with one...

Can you save me from this world of mine
Before I get myself arrested with this expectation
You are the one, look what you've done
What have you done?
This is not some kind of joke
You're just a kid
You weren't ready for what you did

And when the world is on its knees with me it's fine
And when I come to the rescue I do it for you time after time
Everybody seems to be getting what they need, where's mine
'Cause you're what I need so very, but I'm anything but ordinary

[audiophile : ordinary/ train]

i want the spidey II ost.

week 3, with the prelims in approximately seven weeks. school is going to become such a drag. i'm hoping it will be a case of it's-over-before-you-know-it, because get me away from here i'm dying! attending chem lectures that should be renamed a brief history of food or the dummy's guide to beans doesn't make it any better.

though i'm quite happy i get to take bus to school with ku nowadays. :D

Sunday, July 11, 2004

with a love i seemed to lose.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[wordophile : how do i love thee by elizabeth barrett browning]

ahhh an old favourite (i'm sure i've posted this before in the strange morphing journal) that always makes me smile. and the most beautiful lines in italics.

words are like people. so ready for love, so easy to hate.

gee, my language just fails me...

look what you've done.

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

[audiophile : look what you've done/ jet]

this is gooood.

i must say i'm mighty pleased that gilmore girls is back.

our action plan starts tomorrow. bean and madd your friendly study schedulers reporting for duty. :)

like a good book.

here's a big happy birthday to jiahui, whimsical in mind and sweet in spirit. my impulse sms dedication to her on power98 was read out, along with penny & me! yay! got me in a spankingly good mood. the next few birthdays will be mari's, madd's and mine, all in november, the month of the A levels. sigh.

am going to write my book review on tibet, tibet: a personal history of a lost land by patrick french tomorrow. it reads like a good novel- detailing the history of tibet while being an enchanting travelogue.

in relation to miss foo, whose sms reads you pok. what kind of conversation is done by blogs?, i am greatly amused but nah, i prefer to remain msn-less for the moment. partly because of it being a distraction from my loyal partner in marriage (my books) and partly because i'm disillusioned with it. aren't some things better said face to face than hidden behind the guise of the internet? and isn't it strange the way people can argue, backstab, bitch about each other, etc once they're online? i'm not about to live my life that way, not least till i get tired of not having my friends within easy reach.

like a good book, i can't put this day back, a sorta fairytale with you...

Saturday, July 10, 2004

got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love,
For to gaze awhile,
Among the fields of barley,
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me,
Will you be my love,

Among the fields of barley?
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

[audiophile : fields of gold/ eva cassidy]

this makes me think of all things bright and beautiful. :)

and i'm drowning in penny and me, again and over again. the title of this entry is from that song. wanted to look at hanson's new album underneath today at borders but couldn't find it. pooooo! met jean who works there, and to whom i say yes, absolutely!

mean girls was really funny for a teenage chick flick. lindsay lohan is charmingly likable. i remember her from the parent trap waaaay back when i was a kid and watched it on the plane back from australia. mik, pea and i enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.

i had a lucid dream about you yesterday night and it was so real i was quite shaken when i awoke. if our dreams are directly related to what we think about in the daytime, can it be that what i dreamt of was what i secretly desired? but shouldn't i know better?

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

i'm always either ego tripping at the gates of hell or walking in fields of gold. i've been lucky, it's been the latter for some time. mostly thanks to the wonderful company i've been keeping. i guess this sick cycle carousel will stop soon...

Friday, July 09, 2004

if it makes you happy...

... then why the hell are you so sad?

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mould off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, ok I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

[audiophile : if it makes you happy/ sheryl crow]

i know... so what's new?

the underneath is no big surprise.

I've exposed your lies, baby
The underneath is no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love

My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
Is tired of living

[audiophile : plug in baby/ muse]

muse is loud, rockish and very funky. listen to do we need this?

right now, i'm slightly disillusioned with someone. it's fine and dandy that things can return to how we once were, but how much will we really be the same? how long can we continue imagining we don't have to answer those questions...? i guess i've learnt that searching for answers can be potentially dangerous. where am i going? don't ask anymore. if it won't change anything, i don't want to know. i've been living in blissful oblivion for long enough, it can't hurt me to continue.

enough about that. i need a foolproof action plan for mugging.

but i guess i'll spare some time for mean girls tomorrow. just a little while. :)

Thursday, July 08, 2004

the truth is out there!

talking to ku mei on the long ride home today, i was struck by a few important realisations. and an explanation to why that actually made some sense to me.

wow. ku mei has more words of wisdom in her yet!

and a relevant line from dashboard confessional's vindicated--

i am cleaning up so well.

yes i know what you think of me...

... you never shut up.

So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you

My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone
I got twenty-five bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough to get us there

[audiophile : silent all these years/ tori amos]


i will be more independent.

i will find my focus. i will rev up my drive.

i will not fall again.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

aimless conversations about the better days.

Staring at a million city lights
But still Penny and I are all alone beneath the sky
Feel the wind brushing slowly by
If I could soar I would try to take these wings and fly
Away to where the leaves turn red
But no matter where I am instead
Singing along to "Feeling Alright"
Or making it by in the pink moonlight
It's always Penny and me tonight

'Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down
Turn the radio up push the pedal to the ground,
And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies
Close our eyes, pretend to fly
It's always Penny and me tonight

[audiophile : penny & me/ hanson]

i couldn't resist posting this though i have already posted a song lyric for today. hanson is back in the act, and penny & me is perfekt.

you never left my mind.

Do you remember the first kiss?
Star shooting across the sky
To come to such a place as this
You never left my mind

I'm watching from the wall
As, in the streets, we fight
This world all gone to war
All I need is you tonight

And I draw a line
To your heart today
To your heart from mine
One line to keep us safe

[audiophile : one line/ p.j. harvey]

saw windstruck with weif yesterday. it was disappointing, sadly. the plot was quite interesting until the last half an hour or so, when it strangely morphed into the typical korean weepie. oh but jeon ji-hyun was gorgeous as always. pity it didn't measure up to the standards of either il mare or my sassy girl. well, i will not be swayed from my love affair with korean film. joint security area is a prime example of a gripping drama from start to finish.

enjoyed some delicious food and excellent company at waffle town, crown centre today. it's not everyday that one finds a kindred spirit, someone you connect with instantly. and the waffle with ice-cream was sinfully yummy!

sigh, the nice long weekend has already ended. it's time to get back to reality.

Monday, July 05, 2004

the wind whispers, "no, this will be the last."

After all the jacks are in their boxes ,
And the clowns have all gone to bed,
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
Footprints dress in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
Somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind cries Mary.

[audiophile : wind cries mary/ jamie cullum]

how bittersweetly sad is the imagery.

i want to be windstruck soon. jeon ji-hyun is simply delectable.

who am i to keep you down?

Now here I go again, I see with crystal vision
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams
And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad
The stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost

Yeah, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Yeah, women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean you'll know

[audiophile : dreams/ the corrs]

Sunday, July 04, 2004

rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[wordophile : do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas]

he is one word to me now-- therapeutic.

Saturday, July 03, 2004

true blue forevermore.

Maybe redemption has stories to tell,
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here...

[audiophile : dare you to move/ switchfoot]

in the morning, i got my hair cut with maos and madd. i think my fringe is now much too short for my liking. we met shauna's sister who's working at borders. the ultimate cool job, i would say.

okaaay i can't get started on what a great time xuan and i had at chij's 150th anniversary celebrations today. true blue was excitement, reminiscence and plain old fun, all at once. we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly walking around the bazaar and watching the performances. sn cheerleading has always been the best around, and chij tp's handbells ensemble were absolutely charming. later in the day, we met dith, sera, lijie, minzie, vi, yuqin, king, khaiqing, jiakai, shawn... so many people. we're true blues forevermore, man.

then i had dinner with my darling weifang. and dessert at this cosy little cake shop at amk central. :)

finally, a day where pure happiness replaced all other ranges of emotions. i'm shagged, but very much alive.

Friday, July 02, 2004

now tell me yours.

I'm happy to be in the truth, and I will daily lift my hands, for I will always sing of when Your love came down...

it's only through taking the backseat that you will get a better view, considering the big picture that you will be blessed with the truth, and letting go that you can learn what's really important.

thank you all for your truths.

meeting 03s75 for spidey II very soon. so it's toodledoo, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, ching gao teh for now.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

stick figures.

life, the rehearsal.

Reocurring feelings tell me I'm wrong
Nothing worse than believing, it's easier to just move on
Surrounding nothing with arms that needed so much more
Still there is something that both of us are searching for
Well I wish you knew
But there is nothing we can do

You don't have to try to explain
We already know that we've changed
We just grew apart, there's no blame, no blame for us ending this way

[audiophile : endings/ familiar 48]

thank you hauns, this song is what i would call absolutely perfekt.

i did say in my series of emails that i wasn't going to be blogging for a while.

(but o well, this isn't such big a deal. a week isn't a very long time.)

and no, obviously i haven't been entirely cut off from the internet. i have been utilising my email account fully. at least now i know how evil msn is.

i think there's some sort of of escapist pleasure in plunging oneself into full-time mugging. there's a surreal peace in being happily married to one's books. vi will attest to that.

i love receiving random smses from random people. i've come to love the strokes' album room on fire. thanks bean! - from mik. ahhh the strokes. the album is so repetitive it is incapable of interfering with my thought waves. in other words, it's great for mugging.

chij's 150th anniversary celebrations this weekend at chijmes. i'll be going with xuan. there are going to be a bazaar, performances, a play... i'm really excited.

nothing worse than pretending that we don't see that the end is here. this is all worth remembering, but living it is all too clear.