sheena asked me for an East 17 song and i ended up listening to their entire greatest hits and 'ressurection' album! oh memoriesssssss! the boy band era, the groupie scream days. then the members became dads and their bankability as dads just dipped record sales. and then poof, they're gone from the scene and they become spa owners or something.
you know it's the boy band's last album when there's a track entitled "daddy's gonna love you"...aww. *sniff*
east 17 was one classy boy band (an oxymoron phrase in the making but oh well..) c'mon sing it with me..relivvve the memoriesss..
*sings* "each time when we're alone...i guess i didn't know..how far we were aparrrt. shoulda spoken to my hearrt"
....and then...remember 'stay another day'?
..."stayyy now! baby if you've got to go awayyy...don't think i can take the pain..won't you stayy another dayyy (stay now stay now)"
and the gabrielle collabo remake,
"..and if you ever...ever fall in love againn...you must be sure that the lady is a friennnnnnd.."
and the first ever east 17 song i think i heard was ..'hold my body tight'.
"i'd do anything for you, steal a star down from the sky, write a song for birds to sing (write a song for birds to sing)..oh i ask of you dear, is just one thing baby. justaonething justaonething, hold myyy. hold my body tight. all. night. never. let me go.."
wahahahahah.
"it's alright. it's alright. it's really alright. alright! alright! everything's gonna be alright! *euro pop techno beat comes in*
"we are the seed of the new breed, we'll succeed our time has come. we are the new, these words are true, let the light of love shine throughhh."
ok enough cheese for one night.
but hey, everyone needs a 'lil pop muzak in their lives what..(plus, i think there are far worse guilty pleasures out there.)
ok then, and as aini seems to say these days and i seem to wonder what the heck it means...
TCHUSS!
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:49 p.m.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
mass distraction
wouldn't it be cool if life was like a microsoft word document. If you'd like that clean slate, click x to leave and when it asks, "Would you like to save changes made to document '****'?", just click No and it's back to square one. Or to erase one lil mistake, click undo and its undone. then what everyone sees will only be the perfect finished product. aha.
i missed 'shooting stars' againn. i think i'm not meant to watch it. ooo that kissing scene on the trailer for the next episode is like a crystal ball that says, "az, you will definitely miss this episode." ew.
i don't like those cheesy "Lost" trailers on channel 5, played against top 40 hits like simple plan's or james blunt's. (i love james blunt, but the song just didnt fit the trailer).
Relevance. such a simple word.
oh look, i made myself apple fondue.
ok technically its not fondue. it was nutella but hey, one can pretend. and chocolate makes the world go round.
..and speaking of chocolates, look who's baaaa-aaack!
heh. i meant it in a delicious sense.
ok lots to do. onward, as my secondary school song goes: "onward with zeal and zest." onwarrrrrrrrrd.
"If you're a teh tarik man, you must be a good teh tarik man, pour the tea and turn around."
ah. dengar tuuu
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:29 a.m.
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
i didnt go to work this morning with the expectation that it'll be my last day. just that 2 weeks ago i told my manager of my desire to leave..and i've decided with her to talk bout my "retirement plans" today. well guess what, it's over! i'm done! today actually Did turn out to be my last day. yes she did ask me 3 times, if i've thought this through. she said, it's too "sayang" (a pity) to let me leave..(after all the shit i've been through i think i deserve to blow my own horn abit here..ahahah) she asked is there no way i could stay...said i've worked here so long lehh...and i'm like.."ya. exactly. how long must i work here? ten years?!" and shes like , "ya la...or 20 years or somethin'"...muahahah...so yes. i've set my mind to it (a gazillion times before actually. some people have been at the receiving end of my endless "i'm gonna quit" chants, thanx for bearing with that.). she asked me when i wanted my last day to be. i wanted it to be some sorta end of the month last day. then i thought next weekend (which will be the end of this month) but i won't be able to work then so i told her, ok. Today. today will be my last day. and then thats it.
gosh, feels so liberating. my weekends are not shackled anymore. i dont have to worry about turning down plans for the weekends. and i can take a breather or two before starting a really long and tiresome monday. and..and..and.......no more gritting my teeth and bearing the brunt of more than one-man's work when people decide not to come to work. no more petty criticisms like "who put the chopping board here ah?!". wahahahah. let's move on to bigger, better things now. i've met good people and i've met not-so-good people in my one and a half years there. both groups have taught me alot..about myself. so yea thanx ------. i sure will miss the free food.
and yes. i think for a moment, it was more a matter of pride than logic. i don't really solidly have a backup part-time job now to support my allowance. (the only reply i got from video ezy was an sms from a mat kental (judging from the language) wanting to get to know me.) hahah. i won't really have another reliable fortnightly paycheck. but i've made a decision. and somehow i'm happy bout it. i may be broke for a month or two, but can survive la. 'coz im an asian kid who's still living with her parents. haha.
until next time. so long.
(may you guys prosper with less politics and back-stabbing. amen.)
*takes a bow*
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 08:13 p.m.
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
i'm talented at breathing.
I can break and take it with a smile..
psst. do you secretly believe in your horoscope? that it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy?
yea..perhaps you do. but you're telling everyone it's a load of crap aye.
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this urban disease. we go about our daily lives sucked into daily tasks and work and chasing deadlines, running an invisible race which will wear us out and we will realize it too little too late. sometimes in between the runnings, we get a jerk of sadness over the way time seems to be in a hurry to leave our side that we never tried to cajole it to stay awhile. if only we did...there's just so much time we could've used for the self. or is doing that too painful a reminder of how the rat race gets lonely, even at the top? are we running for our lives towards? or are we running like mad dogs away from..?
i dunnoy mayte.
ah well. if you know you'd know by now. i listen more than i talk.
shush.
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watched "whale rider" just now. going through my brother's dvd collection. he's in miami or somethin. damnit, should've asked him to bring home some krispy kreme donuts. hehah.
anyways, whale rider is such. a. weepie. might've coupled with my pms. bawled over la. ahhh..keisha castle-hughes. i dunno how she did that last speech. kleenex! stat!
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the haka is intense. tradition is hard to keep. perhaps. perhaps it's not the intensity and strength and acts of your belief that will save you. sometimes just the belief. just that faith itself. will do. "belief makes things real."
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:19 a.m.
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
this brilliant dance
..and you can't fake it hard enough to please..
i don't know why i'm like the tide that pulls away immediately when i find the shore. the waves don't know its destination.
unless....i am the shore.
if you say you wait for something, do you really believe that it will come eventually? or is waiting just a passive act towards a void you will never figure out how to fill?
what's the point of having buttons if you can't push them right.
i wait for the tsunami to make a sea of me. ohohoho.
lay low. stand tall.
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perfect posture but......
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:14 a.m.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
between a bullet and a target
fug. i thought my muse paid a visit. i guess i opened the door too late. its one A.M. my script treatment's due in 8 hours or so. i'm halfway there. But i can't end the story. i can actually, but it sounds so second-rate. sumthin's missing. muse oh muse, where you at, where u at, holla at me please (by today!).
my monday blues schmooze ended at 11pm believe you me you. but 'twas for a productive cause aye. and believe it or not, i found time to squeeze in charlie and choc factory amidst some sardine-canned week. when you work, don't forget to play.
ok?
ok set.
lets go lets go. i like the adrenaline rush of chasing deadlines.
(ok not really.)
Hi will you take my order please? I'd like a Muse-for-my-script-due-in-a-few-hours Combo 1 with Sleep on the side. Oh supersize the sleep please. Oh. What?
It's sold out?
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:15 a.m.
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Monday, August 15, 2005
we're just ordinary people...
so. i kept getting the error message just now on the top-up machine when i was leaving the esplanade carpark to top up my cashcard. was in denial that i might not have enough money in my ATM, gotta be the machine's fault. spoke to the intercom, they sent an indonesian old security dude down, with a full-blown javanese-accented english, he insisted it was this tiny chip on my cashcard that was causing the error message and proceeded to rub my cashcard against his left breast(!) with the intention to straighten it out (I hope). In my head i was going, "Oh yeaa..THAT'll hellllp." *song sings at the back of my mind* ("brimful of asha on the 45. brimful of ashaa..") Then i tried it again on the machine, still got an error message. Security dude rubbed it again on his breast. aiyoh. deja vu. *song keeps singing at the back of my mind* ("everybody needs a bosom for a pillow. everybody needs a bosom........45.") Apparently no genie came out of his bosom even after the third rub, so i thought lets explore all the possibilities even if painful. there might not be enough money in my ATM. let's just try to face that reality for a second. so then i told security dude maybe we could try his ATM card instead. then voila! it worked, so i reimbursed him in cash. good news: i'm not trapped at the carpark. bad news: i've no dough in my ATM. hah! how sad la. i've only got 10 bux for the next 3 days but i've got a cheque i've yet to cash and a paycheck i've yet to collect. so things will look up aye.
aye.
can't buy time. tired. pile of work due tomorrow. i want to have superpowers. i want a procrastinator-eliminator gun to shoot myself with. *bang* (strive.)
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and now a song..
maybe we'll live and learn
maybe we'll crash and burn
maybe you'll stay maybe you'll leave
maybe you'll.. return.
maybe another fight
maybe we won't survive
maybe we'll grow
we'll never know
baby,
you and I..
John Legend - Ordinary People.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:33 a.m.
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Saturday, August 13, 2005
citizen cope
hello
ok, you know wot. something funny happened on our way to the video store today. i was with the girls, drove into a HDB multi-storey carpark, found a nice spot. reversed. checked my right, checked my left. and then ohmygawddidIjustseewhatIsaw?! checked my right again. and yes IdidseewhatIthinkIsaw. a couple. was. making. out. in the car beside. orrrr. hanky panky ehhh. it was a young woman with a much older guy. they stopped once we parked and got out laughing. ahaha..(sorry didnt mean to disturb, but hey that's what you get for being a cheap date lor. making out in a quite-busy multi-storey carpark. how romantic.).
So then, we only took 5 minutes at that place coz i just had to return the dvds and the girls wanted ramly burger but they haven't started selling it yet, so we left. So we were kinda hesitant to come back to the car.. were we gonna see the same thing again? And whaddaya knowww, they were at. it. again. la. Not that we were staring, but it's kinda obvious la huh. so then they stopped. again. (they shoulda just continued coz at least we wouldnt be able to recognize their faces if they were still at it.) The guy looked pissed that we were ruining his "party". i don't blame him, he prolly thought we'd be gone for awhile and he finally doesnt have to worry for awhile about a car coming into the space beside theirs. ahaha. then there was an awkward moment coz the girls were standing around my car while i forgot where i put my keys and had to search my bag for a second. nobody knew where to place their eyes. ahahahahah. i shoulda checked my pimple at the couple's car window eh. *stares at reflection* "oh hey don't stop on my account! yall be merry now!"
after that headed to esplanade...on the drive there..there was this old man on a bike..he was riding at the lane beside mine, coming from the opposite direction. his lane was full, so he occupied my lane..and he was coming towards me! so i had to slow down as he coolly squeezed back into his own lane by a close shave. (a classic case of "Dier ingat ni BaPak dier punyer road" or "He thinks it's his Father's road".) Mai was sitting beside me and screaming, "UNCLE????? UNCLE??? (!!)" yesss...in a question mark wot-the-hell-are-you-doing(??) tone. wahahahahah. I think uncle is short-sighted (or is it long-sighted?). whatever is near looks very far to him maybe. hehah.
oh and then...finally. reached esplanade. and so went my gabra stint at presenting. its been awhile since i stood in front of a crowd..my first minute was abit "berteraboh" (here and there) but i guess it just took a lil warming up. then it's ok ah. performances were hot. as usual. audience is responsive (hallelujah!). psyched for the weekend baby!
hmkay. i dunno why but i'm left with 2 packets of cold long john silver's fries and 7 packets of chilli sauce. courtesy of shrek. must be my reward for today. hah. thanx! but i'm feeling muak now, i'll heat em up tmr. i dunno how, but i'll figure somethin out.
yet another bunch of useless information courtesy of yours truly.
ok how bout this, did you know...
the underwear made during the 1800s was reversible and could be comfortably worn forwards or backwards.
ha!
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:42 a.m.
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
when you hot, i'm hot.
I think I was caught in a love triangle of some sort...
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Are you feeling hiphop?
I'll be presenting at Hip Hop Hurray II this weekend. 3 days of local hiphop at the esplanade outdoor stage. More info here.
be there or.......be a music-hater. ah hoh.
holla atcha boy.
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busy weekend, so many things due next week. but it's ok. i always remind myself that i'm young and i have the energy to pull through, so just suck it up and.......pull through!(and enjoy the ride while i can). weeeeehaaaaaa. youth is the necessary drug yall.
yea that and Mcdonald's french fries.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 11:35 p.m.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
too sleeq.
pardon me for bloggin incessantly. must be a bloggin itch. my scriptwriting lecturer said to just write whenever you've something to write. well my problem is, i write even when there's nothing to write.
caught the fireworks outside padang just now. and this time the view was magnificent. we stood on the fountain outside esplanade. Mucho Magnifico. At the finale, fireworks were comin at us right, left and centre, we didn't know where to look. the downside was squeezing through sardine-packed human traffic for a bit. but worth it la i guess.
after that, squeezed our way to the esplanade's outdoor theatre, it was quite frustrating 'coz we couldnt get seats 'coz there were throngs of banghlas la. no offence, but i'm not sure that they even knew what they were waiting around the area for. i know it's free..but can you appreciate hip hop? had a good time watching the performances. i thought my cousins were a lil too young to rap about a hot girl "grinding" em and whatnots...(altho kids these days are never too young la huh) but i realize it's ok when the rap goes somethin like, "so i brought this girl home, we were chillin and sleepin, when i woke up in the morning, daym, my wallet was missin'" hehah. i think the sense of humor comes way back from my grandma.
so then after that, headed to cavanna for some chickennn supper. then back home in the puke-smelling train.
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tv junkie update: Without a Trace (season 3) just started! Sundays, 11 p.m, ch 5, after the apprentice. it's my favourite cop show besides boomtown and csi from the makers of csi, it's about FBI agents in a missing persons unit solving missing persons cases. (it's so good and there isn't even a missing persons unit in the FBI in real life!) i must admit some episodes have made me cry..not bawling crying..but sorta like a drop of tear or two. it's good la.
k. i think i'll grab me a glass of cold chocolate now.
nite.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:36 a.m.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2005
there was a time..................
watched the pinholes at outdoor esplanade yesterday. they're funny. 60's pop ye-yeh rock 'n' roll reincarnated. aini won their cd by screaming her name and the right answer to a question they asked. that girl has guts eh. (btw, lend me the cd k).
after that went home and was in time to tune in to that model-wannabe collapsing (with a huge thud) while being judged on America's Next Top Model. i don't mean to be sadistic but...HAHAHAHAHAH... My mom went, "dier tak makan gaknyer" (translated: she prolly didn't eat.) ahahaha. apparently it's nothing serious, so i guess i don't feel all that guilty for laughing.
anyways, don't you just hate biting into a chicken ramly burger when you actually ordered beef?! tsk. in minah-speak, "darah up sey!". i mean i love love chicken but burgers just Have to beef fer me. oh and i had one of those huge cheese sausages from the pasar malam yesterday. yum. yesss it's awkward walking in public and eating a very phallus-looking piece of food. but in the name of hunger, thou shalt know no embarrassment. mm hmm.
oh and speakin of burgers, ironically i am having mcdonald's cravings after having just watched "super size me". double quarter pounder with cheese..mmmmmm...fries..mmmmmm...*slurp* the only thing i've always been turned off by is soda. i could never finish an entire cup/can of those gassy stuff. plus it hurts when i gulp it down quickly, and it makes me burp hideously and it doesn't really quench my thirst. so yea, burgers and fries 10, soda nil.
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oh ya. singapore turns 40 today. 10 more years, and it's gotta think of retirement and how to spend its CPF.
it's gonna be a sea of red and white today. see you may not say it's cool to attend the national day celebrations but i bet if you're there among that sea of red and whites, you're gonna sing your lungs out to those songs that's been irritating you on tv and radio and tvmobiles for the last month or so. yea, this year's mass subliminal nationalism brainwashing ..otherwise known as national day celebrations.. it's like everywhere la...not just the padang. there's even celebrations at jurong east here, esplanade, etc etc.
ha. ok la. i'm gonna look for the nationalist in me at the esplanade tonite plus i'm gonna catch my cousins performance at the outdoor theatre. woooo-peeee. go sleeq. go sleeq.
Happy 40th, xin jia po!
yall be patriotic now.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 05:08 p.m.
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Sunday, August 7, 2005
...to everything....turn, turn, turn, turn...
was walkin home just now and a bangla approached me. i was listening to my music, had my earpiece on, and i only heard him asking, "hi, are you singaporean?", and he kept walking along beside me. and i glanced at him and was just too tired to say anything, raised my hand in a "no thanx" gesture and kept walking, he followed a few steps talking some jibberish i couldn't make out and then he disappeared outta my sight. freaky deaky.
i was having my "ME" time with my music, i do not like to be disturbed. sorry yar bangla man, if you were just wishing me happy birthday singapore or somethin like that. (if you were being hanky panky, well just not your luck.)
oooo....and u know how else i do not like to be disturbed when i'm out for some occasional lepak-ing sessions? an sms that says, "hey can you do opening tomorrow, pls?" (bloody nincompoops.)
..and i loaned my car to my uncle til tuesday(!) kinda didnt realize today is saturday/sunday. kinda felt like monday with sch in the morning. haiyohhhhh. have to take the smelly train tomorrow!
anyways, o ya, watched Dim Sum Dollies today. HA! yea its a hoot. i laughed til i cried til my eyes got blurry with tears at pam oei's adam-sandler-ish tame acoustic turned angsty manic alanis morissette solo singin performance. HAHAHAHA. "i met this boy on a bus, he smiled and i thought he was being sweet, but all he wanted was my seat." (somethin like that ah) "the next time i fall in love, just shoot me in the head." hahaha. you just gotta watch it to know la. lotsa singaporean parodies. from the vomiting merlion to the national sperm bank to the casino to the food court aunties. it ended very national-day-ish tho, as if saying, "hey s'pore no offence for all our biting remarks bout you yea". nyahah. nevertheless. it was quite. a. Blast.
after dollies, we had yong tau foo and waited for the fireworks display. didn't have the best view really, altho its amazing how patterned colourfully-arranged lights in the sky can make grown-ups go "ooooh" and "ahhh" and "whoaaaaa" a la keanu reeves in his 'bill and ted' days. whoa.
ok. off to bed. because tomorrow, i have to wake up early before the sun rises so i could do a favour for the undeserved. (sometimes it's not because i'm nice eh, it's just because i don't give myself a second to think. so dont flatter yourself yet.)
have a smashing sunday yall.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:45 a.m.
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Saturday, August 6, 2005
snow can wait i forgot my mittens...
tiresome day.
i saw a really rufusly pretty fossil watch. 135 bux. all i could do was try it on, marvel and gaze at my beatifully adorned wrist, then return it, then walk away ..humming.....(if i was a rich girrrl..na na na na na na na na nana......) Soon, dear watch, i shall come for you sooooooooon. sit tight.
oh after much blood, sweat and tears (well actually more like time, effort, money...and money) ..had our first film society screening and welcome tea today. yesssssss, we're so raw, it's beautiful. i mean yea, humble beginnings of a new club but definitely very promising future for its new members. *breathes in* can you smelllllll the Passion??? hoo yeahhhhh.
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oh on the way home, we heard a hicupping DJ on the radio.
"Ok so this *hic* song, coming up n*hic*ext, oh dear, i'm having a really bad case of *hic*hiccups! Somebody scare me now! *hic* if you have an*BIG hic*y suggestions on how*hic* to cure hiccups, give*hic* me a buzz right now!" *FINALLY plays a song*
wahahahahah, the poor DJ, it's funny she even acknowledged to having hiccups, i would've pretended nothin's happening and instantly start playing a song in mid-sentence...wahahahaa
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anyways, liza got me a bumper sticker that says "future millionaire on board". ahahahahah. definitely apt on my old poor-man's honda. wotch out.
o yea, school tomorrow (in a couple of hours rather), can you believe it. schooooool. on a saturday?? it's ok. passion baby passion.
dedication and delusions.
oh i got a request today for a rag anne reunion performance. ahahahahahahahah. what say you my mammogram girls? "had yours?" muahahahah..
dedication and delusions.
oh and by the way, Mc's twister fries is back yall!!
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 12:25 a.m.
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