Sunday, February 27, 2005

i'll write you a postcard from real love.



i love lilies. their beauty is gentle, subtle and nurturing, rather than overbearing like that of red roses. lilies make me think of true love's first kiss, akin to a breath of fresh air upon my lips.




eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.

if by any chance you are interested in buying LDs, i have the following titles:

  • the abyss
  • sudden death
  • dead man walking
  • snow white & the seven dwarves
  • a river runs through it

    okay i know it's highly unlikely that anyone even owns an LD player nowadays. but do drop me an email or visit yahoo auctions to view more pictures. thanks alot!

    and i'm going to watch norah jones in concert later! woohoo!
  • Friday, February 25, 2005

    i know a girl, she puts the colour inside of my world.

    Wednesday, February 23, 2005

    the apple of my eye.



    no words are sufficient, but the heart knows.

    (i deleted the rest of the entry because i decided i sounded too ditzy and bimbotic. which is how i'm feeling right now, actually. wahaha. i think it helps me lose touch with reality. anyway going by the above photo which was taken in may 2004, my face was much slimmer last year. time for a diet plan!)

    Sunday, February 20, 2005

    when there's nothing left to burn, set yourself on fire.

    This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
    You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
    And now you're outside me you see all the beauty
    Repent all your sin

    It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
    I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
    I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
    From the house down the road, from real love


    [your ex-lover is dead/ stars]

    this is very different, very interesting. the cello (and accordian i think) in the intro is incredibly sexy. go listen!

    everyone has a little dirty laundry.

    ku stayed over yesterday night, it was great fun impersonating each other on msn and leaving everyone bewildered. oh and i finally got my broadband connection back! managed to download more episodes of desperate housewives and the OC, so here i am in tv heaven again.




    bree is my favourite housewife. she's like good at everything! cooking, cleaning, decorating, floral arrangements, throwing dinner parties, tending her lawn... and she still finds the time to look perfect! i think her only fault is the way she tries to cover up her marital problems. but still... she's the kind of housewife every erm, housewife should strive to be.



    lynette's boys are so adorable when they're not being little terrors. i think having kids is a big, but fulfilling, responsibility.



    and this is where i work. isn't it pretty? photo taken very nicely by jiaqi, thank you very much.

    Friday, February 18, 2005

    sky falls, you feel like it's a beautiful rainy day.

    this extremely hot afternoon, after a sweat-inducing walk out, i commented to cheva (ominously, i might add) that it had never once rained at club street since i started working at indochine. (this of course excludes the time from about 5.30pm to 10am the next morning.) left the office at about 5 for dinner at maxwell market, and just as i was preparing to walk to raffles place, it started raining cats and dogs. so the resourceful me decided to make a run for club street. in the end, i was quite drenched anyway, but i managed to dry myself and relax for a while in the office before going for french.

    i realise that this is becoming somewhat of a pattern. whenever anything goes wrong, i just return to club street and things become miraculously right.

    and the heat is just tiresome, icky and completely unromantic. i should plan to get out of this country for a while.

    Tuesday, February 15, 2005

    where i'm safe there in your arms.



    i want to walk with you on a cloudy day, in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high...

    always us, always the hours.

    if you've ever watched the hours, i can tell you that i felt the exact same way meryl streep felt before her dinner party this afternoon. i was all ready to cancel because i was so tired of worrying. but lunch with my colleagues took my mind off things...

    and i'm so glad i didn't cancel because my dinner party turned out really nice in the end, thanks to the great company of ku, vi, mari, xun and marcus. happy valentine's you all.

    love.

    disclaimer: i did not, i repeat did not spike xun's drink, no matter what she says. i just mixed a good vodka mango, haha.

    Sunday, February 13, 2005

    is heavy thinking ruining your life?

    It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

    I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.

    I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

    Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

    I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about.

    I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

    "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

    "But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

    "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"

    "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

    I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with the NPR station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed.

    To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

    As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye...

    "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?"

    You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's Anonymous poster.

    Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

    I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

    ---

    this story really struck a chord in me. i must stop thinking and overanalysing all the time. as for the drinking, nah that's not a problem. :)

    same old, same old.

    today was going to be another bad day, after all. but something did finally happen...



    my toys are home! i found them in an old suitcase at my grandparents' house. no one really remembers why they were there in the first place.

    everyone is self-indulgent in their own way. it's probably wrong to impose our woes on our friends because everyone has their own problems. besides, who likes to carry the weight of another person's emotions?

    today, i am an emotional wasteland. tomorrow is valentine's day and my dinner party is going to be great.

    happy?

    last night was simply strange. forbidden weekend at the forbidden city, also known as indochine's gay weekend. i was given tickets for helping yew meng out with decor in the afternoon, so ku, vi and hernghuei came along. we went after meeting the councillors for tuan yuan fan.

    i saw the most number of gays in a single setting in my entire life. and though i've never thought of myself as homophobic, i must admit being surrounded by men hugging, gyrating etc was slightly intimidating. even if most of them looked really good. that's the thing about gays i suppose. they look after themselves much better than erm, other men.

    the same conclusion always stands. the truly hot men, are either gay, or taken. pity. :)

    Thursday, February 10, 2005

    don't know why i didn't come.

    Out across the endless sea
    I would die in ecstasy
    But I'll be a bag of bones
    Driving down the road along

    My heart is drenched in wine
    But you'll be on my mind forever

    Something has to make you run
    I don't know why I didn't come
    I feel as empty as a drum
    I don't know why I didn't come


    [don't know why/ norah jones]

    i remember reading somewhere that this song was subtly suggestive. don't know why i didn't come, anyone? oh well i think it's absolutely beautiful... and it makes me feel so lazy, hazy and dandy. i want to go for her concert badly.

    both my parents are down with gout now. this means that-

  • i won't be visiting anyone. visit me!
  • i'm almost certain to get gout in my later years, it's written in my genetic make-up.

    gordon told me a really funny story about pigeon in army...

    he came down one morning with his shirt tucked out. (its supposed to be tucked in all the time.) the sergeant asked him "can you tell me how your attire is different from the rest?" he replied, i bought my shirt at beach road, so its a bit whiter than normal."

    that's our pigeon, always different, always an amusement.

    and that was a string of unrelated sentences. (as if you needed to be told.) meeting my classmates later, can't wait. and ku is coming over to visit! :)
  • Tuesday, February 08, 2005

    festive red.

    quite quiet, this chinese new year's eve.

    the family is coming over to my house tomorrow morning for our reunion lunch... but tonight is just quiet. it helps when you don't have a television set, the house tends to be almost entirely silent.

    [ed] 不闻不问。says :
    we'll buy u another gorilla!

    and summer's lease hath all too short a date ; kj says :
    i'll kick murphy in the shin for you.

    my festive mood is slightly restored. that was edith and minzie respectively, being absolute darlings. i expect i can't be that unlucky, i just have to look a little harder. and besides i have really good friends. :)

    marcus the silly piggy picked me up on his way back to hwa chong today. school was decorated quite nicely, kudos to the juniors. the street market didn't have anything i found edible, but the mass dances were enjoyable as always. (you may not agree but hey i'm from the council... mass dances rock!) and i had fun trying to dance the new faculty dances with miss keung, the new bio teacher also known as my dearest dust. by the way, the new apollo fac dance is really hot. good work jac! (apparently my grand juniors are in apollo so i just assumed that becomes my fac.)

    this long weekend is going to be really great, i can feel it in my bones. happy chinese new year folks.

    i hate murphy.

    gosh i hate murphy. i'm supposed to be on my way to hwa chong now but my mood is gone. chinese new year's eve is more or less spoilt for me.

    first, the box that was lost in moving just had to be the one that was labelled important. and it had my entire collection of toys, letters, gifts and sentimental items. i think my parents do not even begin to see why i care so much. inside the box was also my favourite baby gorilla. i love that toy so much and now it's lost. it doesn't make sense that the box that was most important to me just has to be lost. i hate murphy.

    next, my bloody phone is spoilt. finally, after the camera died a few months ago. now i really liked using samsung's clamshell phone. but the functions are nothing compared to nokia. and the screen finally died, so it can't be as hardy as i thought it was.

    bah i was in such a festive mood when i left the office to visit the florist and then meet minyee yesterday. now i'm just wondering why lady luck has forsaken me.
    i have just one sentence to sum up my day.

    I HATE MURPHY.

    Monday, February 07, 2005

    best played LOUD.

    Out on the road today, I saw a Black Flag sticker on a Cadillac
    A little voice inside my head said,
    "Don't look back. You can never look back."
    I thought I knew what love was
    What did I know?
    Those days are gone forever
    I should just let them go but

    I can see you
    Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
    You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
    And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

    After the boys of summer have gone


    [the boys of summer/ the ataris]

    i know this is old. but the beat is oh-soooo-amazing. most enjoyable emo rock ever!

    Sunday, February 06, 2005

    bright lights, big city.



    met edith, ku and yuwen for what was supposed to be our big 2unity night out. in the end it was quite a flop in terms of attendance, but we had fun anyway. walking down the river later, munching on delicious ice-cream on bread with two of my best pals in the world was quite therapeutic.

    i love chinatown. i may work there everyday, but i haven't visited it during the night this year. hope to make a trip soon, to squeeze with the crowd and soak up the atmosphere.

    oh and i have finally uploaded photos of last week's indochine staff party. go see my lovely colleagues!

    Tuesday, February 01, 2005

    She dreams a champagne dream
    Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
    Lavender and cream
    Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
    She says that love is for fools who fall behind
    And I'm somewhere in between
    I never really know
    A killer from a savior
    'Til I break at the bend


    an old favourite. yun reminded me of it. fuel's shimmer always rings true.
    Baby when I saw you turning at the end of the street
    I knew a time was gone and it took me like ages
    Just to understand that I was afraid to be a simple guy
    I tried my best to smile but deep inside my heart
    I felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing
    I guess I couldn't live without the things
    That made my life what it is


    [too young/ phoenix]

    this song from the lost in translation soundtrack has a very promising intro, but the chorus kinda degenerates and becomes boring. well the lyrics are still quite pretty so go listen to it anyway.
    i have no inspiration for blogging. my dad took away the laptop when he moved back home and i'm left with a pc that is on dial-up and has a shift key that refuses to work. at work now using the office laptop.

    the indochine staff party on sunday was the most fun i had in ages... it was nice to see everyone let their hair down and really party the night away.

    there will be no housewarming until the following is done.

  • my cable tv is rewired. my parents insist they can't find the black cable box and that i should go home to help them look for it.
  • the wireless network is reconfigured.
  • i decorate my purple and red themed room.
  • i buy a good sturdy wooden study table.
  • i help my mom decorate her new kitchen which is in a mess now.

    you see, this will probably take two or three weeks. no promises when!

    i will blog properly when my dad sets up my pc back home and calls up SCV for the wireless network. till then, i regret to say that i won't be updating much.