Tuesday, January 31, 2006
I feel so lethargic. The sleep that you sleep after going without sleep the entire day before, is one-of-a-kind. It’s like a buffet after starving for a week. Even after you’re full, you don’t know when to stop eating.
So anyways, MoS wasn’t as hoo-wah as it was hyped up to be. Or maybe we were expecting too much. Haha. We didn’t have to face the wrath of the ugly queue with the priority queue invites, which was a nice relief seeing how long the main queue was. Don’t think I will go again if I have to join that long a queue. And people were still queue-ing at 3am?! What the….
So on the dancefloor, there were occasional ecstasy-pill-effect lightings and foam(?) drops and drunk people dancing with their handbags on their shoulders against a metal cage…hah.
Saw many familiar faces…even JC teachers, hahaha. So I guess MoS is the place to be these days to up your hip quotient… or so everybody seems to think.
Earlier in the day, spent the whole day at the beach. My Goodness, the overwhelming presence of foreign workers, (*cough*particularly those of the south Asian origin*cough*) was…by-golly..overwhelming would still be an understatement la…I’ve got nothing against them using the beach..but cut out the staring and running around in briefs at least!?!? *neighs* It’s bad for my astigmatism.
Damn, I miss having quiet weekdays free.
So despite the over-distortedly populated environment, the mamasitas and I ate, tanned, dipped, floated, played taboo, played uno, played snap, people-watched, cringed, bitched, joked, complaint, made fun of the scenery, daydreamed, talked of business plans etc etc ..the entire afternoon away…weeee…we should do this again…on a ummm..quieter day..even though it was more eventful yesterday. Haha. Por ejemplo…
There were thai men playing soccer by the shore. Riiight by the shore. There were flying soccer balls, not one but I think 2 or 3 SOCCER balls, not beach balls, solid soccer balls woozing everywhere like nobody’s business and thai men pretending they’re an amphibious Gordon Banks running into the waves to catch the balls, and once so often missing it. Everyone at the beach, by the shore within their “soccer beach-field” vicinity was at risk of a serious concussion ok. I can’t believe the lifeguards ignored them. Aren’t you supposed to guard our lives? Instead what’re you doing? Ah getting phone numbers from girls in the skimpiest bikini ha. Booh-shit man you. muahah
At one time, a soccer ball whizzed past us and hit sharm on her back while we were innocently dipping in the sea. Sharm goes expletive-mania…wahahah…"n@bei! cheebye@#*&$#!!" and the rest of us sorta screamed telling them to go play further away and Shaz did a “If hit our head, we die you know!” *finger points to head*…and the guy went off saying something like.. “Ah die, die lah..” Wahahahahah.
Which reminds me of a Viking ride I rode at a theme park in Indonesia with my mom when I was maybe 6 or 7. My mom was holding me tight as the Viking boat swings furiously ‘coz I was kinda small for the metal bar ‘seatbelt’ in front of us to keep me in place. I remembered her screaming at the top of her lungs while squeezing me to death, as the speed of the ride increased, “Mati akuuuuu!!!” (I’m gonna diiiiieee!!!) and then the guy controlling the mechanism of the ride reciprocated through his intercom by jesting, “Ah mati, mati lahh!” (Ah die then die lorr!) muahah. (I also vaguely remember mirroring my mom’s sentiments as I silently screamed the same thing she did while she squeezed me like a sponge.)
Anyway these people ah…need to be thrown in a Viking ride without the seatbelt and have a soccer ball slam their heads good for a course on ‘Life is Sacrosanct 101: It’s no joke’.
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I think I’ve had enough sleep but I still feel lethargic.
By the way, thanks shrek for letting me crash over at yer place.
I think I’ve been hogging the car….maybe I should take my parents to Escape theme park this weekend and ride the Viking with my mom for ol’ time’s sake. Hmmmmmmm.
I think I should eat some oranges.
I think I’m sleepy.
I think……..
therefore
…I am
twisted frequencies @ 10:46 p.m.
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Sunday, January 29, 2006
Was watching the AMAs just now and had guilty pleasure enjoying Rob Thomas' acoustic set. ahhhhhhh...I'm not really a fan since his 'Lonely no more' days, but if you can play a sad song on acoustic and sing like you're devouring each word down to the last letters just to taste its meaning, I'm on the front rowww. muahah.
And he wrote this song for his wife when she was going through some sorta illness. Awwwwww..'cept they've already split. heh.
Tomorrow's monday won't be blue. It'll be whatever color I want it to be.
Yay.
It'll be...potluck, picnic, pig-out and then maybe partay. I like activities that start with the letter “P”.
Doncha.
twisted frequencies @ 08:29 p.m.
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Friday, January 27, 2006
It's only when you're broke that you distinguish very clearly between what you want and what you need. Because when you're broke of course you put the need before the want. And therrre goes all the wantsss..
need: contact lens solution
need: petrol for car
need: to pay handphone bill
need: foooood
need: an acceptable excuse for the parents so I can stay out late
need: to party
Ok ..and then there are those needs and wants that blur the line...
need: money
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Oh paydayy, I'm gonna getcha. I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha one way or anotha.
(Disclaimer to god: Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for having what I need, thanks. But you know how we [most of us] are…….you don’t create the idea of “wants” for nothing riiiight.)
twisted frequencies @ 12:40 a.m.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Which part of OVER do you not understand?
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It is one thing to change my mind, but a whole 'nother thing to change my heart. "You can rule the world...no not mine."
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Anyway. This is such a baaad slip of the tongue.
"Yea of course they're the best! they're the cream of the crotch!"
wahahahahahahah.
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hmm..
"Can you honestly say that you don't like me, not even abit?"
Hahaha..well yes..honestly, if you put it that way, you're definitely making the "even abit" run very scarce.
Haven't you learnt that trying too hard will not always get you what you want?
...I had
Save it for something more fruitful okay?
For the last time, I apologize for having to have led it that far without knowing where I was gonna go.
So tired of having to keep churning out new ways to explain the same thing to you. twisted frequencies @ 10:00 p.m.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
My choice for a new phone is between the amber Nokia 7370 and the beige N70 (pic of beige version unavailable). Hmmmmmmmm, yes 7370 ‘coz it’s quite gorgeous and yes looks matter. N70 ‘coz it’s got 2.0 megapixel camera and all those funny funny functions I prolly won’t even use. Hahah. Tough choice.
Anyway caught Memoirs of a Geisha on Saturday and then earlier today someone offered a free pair of tickets to the movie screening this evening. Darrrn. Too late.
The movie was enjoyable but kinda irritating. Still can’t get over how Japanese people were speaking funny-accented English to each other in pre-WWII times.
”Wee arr gee-shars, wee arr nort kootisahns.”
hahahah…hm. And thus, I don’t have much post-movie musings on this one. The accent was really distracting. But big up to “Li Gong” for being one helluva bitch. Reoww.
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My palms feel sore…was wondering why. And then I realized… it’s a small injury(?) I got from falling in the middle of Holland V. on Saturday, (besides the bruise of embarrassment). Wahahahah. Was walking around a bend and didn’t notice the bent kerb, so I kinda tripped but not really. You know the kinda fall where you realize mid-fall that gravity is sucking you helpless and you don’t know whether to try to resist it or just let go and then end up doing both. Yeaa, to glamorously put it, I was semi-surfing in the hot sun on a boho street pavement. Hey that sounds not bad…
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“I don’t disdain youuu, in fact it’s the opposite…I Dain you.”
twisted frequencies @ 12:12 a.m.
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Saturday, January 21, 2006
I was losing steam going to two places (technically 3 places) for my assignment today (friday). Initially, it was all fun and cheery and then it kinda got draggy. I can’t imagine spending all that time with any other cameraman except li. He’s a gem la. I wonder how he has the strength and energy to carry all those heavy stuff (I couldn’t even carry the tripod for more than ten metres la, I could only help him with the pouch of mics) around from noon til almost 6, and drove us from north to south and then back north again summore. *salute* Plus, he kept me entertained as we talked about his family and how exciting the life of a news cameraman is. Came back to the office and was told the story’s for next weekend. Ah.
So I met shazmimi and shram-raven for a rejuvenating seafood dinner. *burp* Lotsa mint and lotsa laughs and lotsa bullying of the poor waiter as our dessert.
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Anyway…I’m puzzled by one thing. What does it mean when someone doesn’t shake your hand when you offer a handshake? Met someone from the same company but a different department, at this event. He looked at me and said hi, and I said hi and I reached out my hand for a handshake and he’s like, “I’m just introducing myself, coz I haven’t seen you around before.” My handshake offer unreciprocated, And I go, “Ah huh, I haven’t seen you around before too, so I’m also introducing myself.” At this point my hand has been in the air for more than 5 seconds already still unreciprocrated. He says ok and mumbled his name and I mumbled my name, my hand still dangling not knowing where to go… and I go “Okayyy then….” And walked away...a wee bit confused.
But whatever it is….
On the contrary, met a rather charming gentleman earlier in the day, whose handshake gave me goose bumps. You know the type of guy you’re first attracted to by the way he speaks to you? If the absence of apathy had a scent, I must’ve been intoxicated by his smell. Hahah. Tiff told me that guys can tell when girls are attracted to them ‘coz if they’re attracted to the girl, guys give off this scent-less scent that will somehow make the girl attracted to the guy? Ummm…wait. I just confused myself. Ok la. Yea something like that, I forgot.
But daym, m*****, you so fine…you so fine you blow my mind. Wahahah.
I dunno if we were exchanging scents but at least we definitely exchanged a handshake when I offered. Hmph.
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It’s always fun to meet new people whether they’re a saint or just assholes, ‘coz I guess there is always something new to learn about the weirdest species on earth.
And also because, we are almost always never what we seem to be.
Practise peace, my fellow earthlings. *alien fingers*
twisted frequencies @ 01:08 a.m.
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
...A picnic with Conner on a beach with black sand; and as I bite into my broiled pear and swiss cheese sandwich, he plays me a song he wrote when he was fifteen when he broke his heart and his bicycle in one day. And while I’m lulled by the bridge of his tune and the way his careless hair occasionally follows the breeze, a sad white unicorn gallops across the receding waves in front of us as Conner changes a word off his chorus as the song lost its rhyme but elegantly fits the setting…and at the tinkle of his second last guitar note, I breathe in and shiver at the perfection of the moment…I close my eyes to prolong the beautiful daydream because opening them long after the final note, I know the view of an endless static sea….
And he says, “Honey, don’t you weep, there is nothing… as lucky… as easy…or free.”
….or free.
twisted frequencies @ 11:38 p.m.
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Sunday, January 15, 2006
Had quite a fun Saturday.
Thoroughly enjoyed Imran’s set (yes, I also thoroughly dig the P. Ramlee-looking poster..hee), although 45 minutes was too short la. I just have to say…..wotch out yall, for Mr Ajmain, he’s coming to a speaker near you…soon. Heh.
After that, watched Le Grand Voyage at Cine, tickets courtesy of mama-lastik-cicak and dad-luv…thanks so much ya. The movie gave me Saturday night tears. Haha.
If you haven’t heard bout it, Le Grand Voyage is about a French-Moroccan father and son on a road trip to Mecca from France. Dad is all pious and traditional, son is all modern and ummm…un-religious. So there, we’re all set for a road trip full of conflicts and getting-to-know-yous. .
The movie was kinda losing me halfway, but as it wore on, I could totally relate to the tennis match of powerplay between dad and son.
Dad throws away son’s handphone, and with little gestures like pouring the drink for his son, he guiltily tries to win back son’s favour.
Son snaps at dad by calling him illiterate when they got lost on some vacant road then tries to win back dad’s favour by letting the dad call the shots for which direction to go next even though dad is going purely by instinct.
They don’t talk about it…they just have a ping pong game of subtle gestures to win back each other’s favour.
Kinda like…if I were to come home late and not pick up calls from my mom while I was out, and she’d be pissed…then I’d do my bed and clean my room the next day just to win back her favour. Then, if she accidentally broke my favourite ornament in my room while she was wiping my shelf, she’d feel guilty so she’d let me hog the TV all day. Hahaha. Yea..that’d be my grand voyage.
We don’t talk about it. We just nudge nudge with little little gestures…and at the end of the day, no matter how badly we piss each other off…we’d still end up laughing together over dad’s new hairstyle or something. Wahahha…that’s how we do.
I think I could also feel Reda’s frustration at the last scene. It wasn’t sadness really, it was like soooo much anger…suppressed anger that just needed to be let out. Anger over everything that he couldn’t understand about his father. And who’s to say that anger can’t be translated into love? And who’s to say that distance, mystery and elusiveness could be a hindrance to a close relationship. *shruggg*
Go watch it with a parent, I s’pose. And if you’re wondering why they can’t just take a bloody plane to Mecca instead of driving all the way from France, just wait patiently for the explanation.
Oh and……Nicolas Cazale is quite dreamy. Oui magnifique! Teeheee. (although in some scenes I just felt like slapping him)
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Happy Monday yall. I’m kinda glad the sun’s sorta out again. Sometimes I think I have rheumatism. Hahah.
twisted frequencies @ 11:30 p.m.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tab TV is quite a joke. The voiceover is soo over. Like "Oooooo...this is so sleazy...this is soo badd, look look...this girl is cutting herself oooo.." kinda tone. hahaha. And the effect it gives is just..blah.
And speaking of voiceovers, the guy who did the Hari Raya Haji greetings for Channel 5 had a bloody mat salleh slang ah. It went, "Selaymat Hairy Ray-yer Haji to all Muslims..." ...wah piang! Next time call me leh...I'd do it for freeeee.
Anyways, have got an off-day today..but none of the mamasitos was free to chill. So I spent some quality time with meself. haha...drove out from jurong east and it was sprinkly rainy, then at clementi it was a hailstorm then around town it was semi-sunny. mannnnnn, messin wit my mind eh. I just did a lotta driving la..and settled some stuff I had to settle..sent some korban meat to my aunt, drove around..listening to my personalised CDs, chasing some demons, all that jazz. hahah. Anyway, shaz, guess I know why your dad says he's happy when he's driving. It's an uncanny catharsis. Weeeeeee.
Am watching Top Model right now, mannn, I love Jayla's hairrr!
Ms J: "She walked as if she had an overdose of viagra."
Someone needs to tell Ms J that He (Ms J) walks like he's had an overdose of estrogen.
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So anyways, finally my appeal for my summon has been approved. 30 bux saved! phewwwww.
Okkkk
I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park (for you money-suckers you *&^%^*)I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park I will put coupons when I park =D
How bout the flexibility to park for free. Flex it, c'mon.
I'm pushing it arent I. okay. Fine. (yes this is a pun, I just realized. hah!).
Nite.
twisted frequencies @ 10:47 p.m.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Hokay. so. I'm kinda dazed right now. Felt sappy listening to “Against all odds”. Haha..zzzipit! snapoutofit! and the weather is giving me cold shoulders. Maybe it’s a good thing they painted the blocks orange, coz I look out the window and the air is a mix of grey and a tinge of happy-orange. The sky’s got a new hobby and it’s addicted to crying. Snapoutofit!
Hmmmm wot shall we do today….let’s have a conversation with my playlist…
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Maxwell said, “….I know you’ve got a little life in you left, I know you’ve got a lot of strength left.”
Damien said roll the dice and don’t ask why …rule number one is ‘carpe diem’
Alicia said that some people live for the fortune, some people live just for the fame, some people live for the power, some people live just to play the game.
Mr Carabba reminded me to breathe and everything will be okay.
Stipe echoes that everybody hurts…sometimes, take comfort in friends.
Alanis doesn’t want to be to be the bandage if the wound is not hers.
Ben G was in a cornerbooth, thinking, pretending to read about the impossibility of one to love unconditionally.
Gary J said all around him are familiar faces, worn-out places, worn-out faces, bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere…going nowhere..
Bert Mc mirrors my sentiments about best time for worse lines…
James said he don’t need no alibi, he’s a puppet on a string, he just needs this stage to be seen.
Jason said he saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes, he cannot make them go away.
Jeff said it’s never over, his kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder, all his riches for her smiles when he sleeps so soft against her…all his blood for the sweetness of her laughter… (*melts*)
Fiona said to let the damn breeze dry her face.
Gary said love it has so many beautiful faces.
Ben F said from the back of my big brown eyes, he knew that I’d be gone as soon as I could and he hoped I would.
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Heh. If you could name me all the songs, I’d buy you dinner. I really would. Swearrr.
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Fart: "Az, why don't you report on how singapore hip hop is full of malay boys who think they're black."
Az: "Ya, and why singapore punkrock is full of malay boys who think they're white."
Fart: "NOooooo!! NO."
How bout I do something on how no one wants to be malay?
oh hey, did you know….that there’s an American emo band called Whaddaya know…we could call them Americans who want to be Singaporeans. Won’t that be the day….
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We're going to my aunt's house. Should I wear baju kurong? So malasss...not that I don't wanna be malay. muahaha...ok fine. I'll wear baju kurong. Just so I'd have some sorta raya haji vibes.
Oh I just got an ang bao. As usual, from the aunt who gives a red packet no matter what the occasion. (see..nobody wants to be malay anymore) but no matter, it's the contents that make me go weeeeeeeee.
ok, gotta jet. Selamat. twisted frequencies @ 03:36 p.m.
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Sunday, January 8, 2006
Bangkok Rock Fest. I wanna go to Bangkok but my bank is so kokkk. Not only that, it seems we can't get a flight back in time by monday morning coz you know..there's work on mondayyyyy. And the 2-day rock fest ends late on sunday night. A.R.G.H.!. and...and...considering the unpredictability of my "punchout time" off work, I don't think I'll make it in time for the oasis or franz ferdi concert in singapore. (!!!) so. fuck la. I'll just go to the esplanade next week and watch my cousins perform. hahahahah. ha. hmph.
Blah. I think I'll just cheer myself up by buying a new phone with the next pay and...save up to go somewhere far far away for awhile after internship. hah.
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Just got back from Liza's burthday dinner thingy. Am so stuffed with turkish food. Had a funny chat with Liz's 13-year-old cousin who's a self-confessed drama queen, she said she'll see me again at her 23rd birthday which she will have at the same place and she said by that time I'll be 43 and she said not to worry coz now we have all the technology to make grandmothers look 16. hahahah...I think someone spiked her tea. And she said I looked like her Malay teacher 'cept my nose is flatter. gee. thanks. Also had a nice chat with this 'lil 9-year-old girl (sooo adorable) who gave us funny riddles and a joke (the joke was really funny by the way). And Liz and I also gave her some.. like the very tired "Why is 10 afraid of 7? 'coz 7, 8, 9." joke. Which she figured in a milisecond coz shes heard the riddle before (pfft. cannot underestimate kids these days eh). Then after awhile, Liz and I let her do all the talking coz the both of us ran out of clean jokes and riddles for her. hahaha. Seriously man, in secondary school, if you wanted the dirtiest jokes, Liz is the shizzz. Happy birfizzle my shizzle gizzle. Twenty-twoooooo. Hoot! seems like yesterday we had curry sauce stains on our "A" maths textbooks as we mugged at tanglin mall mcdonald's while trying to figure out what "rainman" has been mumbling to the blackboard in class. oh things were simpler back then. hahaha *reminisce* .... *burp*. Thanks for the goooood fooood ya. Hope you like the prez. If you don't, then the presents are from that fat girl in the slimming ad who said, "My boyfriend used to say I look like a bouncer...". *peace sign*
twisted frequencies @ 12:24 a.m.
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Thursday, January 5, 2006
hahaa
Internship! it's still early to tell ya but I had fun today tailing marg. p. She's so bubbly and cacat. Tomorrow, I've to do a story on my own. Should I:
a) Squeal
Yess...thas right. It's E) All of the above.
Anyway..blister + shower = Motherf*ckin Pain(!) But I'm sure you'd know that already.
Okay. I shall leave the bitching bout the workplace to verbal exchanges for now. haha...'coz..'coz..for one, there's nothin much to bitch bout. Hope stays that way.
Readyy...get set. GO.
twisted frequencies @ 12:53 a.m.
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Sunday, January 1, 2006
It was a nice, simple ushering in to the new year for me. Except for a minor irrelevance of music in the background and the crooning of “Auld Lang Shine” with “Should old acquaintance be forget..” haiyoh. Do you speaker engrish er?
Amidst the drowning in rainbow starbursts (with the most spectacular view I’ve had yet) at the stroke of midnight, late night chats, first cuppa of the year, people-watching and the long walk back to the hotel…I think we managed bout 4 hours of sleep. If only we coulda check out laterrrrr, could’ve had our first swim of the year also. Hahah. But ‘twas fun yea…not forgetting the taboo and Pocahontas headbenz.
After checking out, hopped from one eating place to another. Met the insatiably adorable Alif, who showed me what it’s like to be a real superstar. Hahaha. Oh, I had my first fried mars bar…ever. Hummmmm. What’s sinful is good. After that, around and round we go until we got heavy feet and eyes.
Got back and the bed swallowed me up. The end.
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from here on, I stand resolute…
that I would be good even if I did nothing
that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
that I would be loved even when I numb myself
that I would be good even if I lost sanity
(alanis morissette – that I would be good)
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oh and one last message for one last person:
I hereby declare you free of your promises that you made to me last year that you did not and/or will not fulfill (anyway).
I’m not bitter coz I’ve made my fair share of empty promises anyway.
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I know I shouldn’t have great expectations, but I hope my breathing easy is a sign of better things to come….for us.
By the way Mary J’s new single is addictive eh. YES.
...I'll be faithful (YES)
So dope aka sedap.
YES.
'twas monday...
fall on me
"We would stand in the wind..we were free like water..flowing down under the warmth of the sun..now it's cold and we're scared and we've both been shaken..look at us..this doesn't need to be the end.."
bang-corrupt-see
want: new shades
want: a chauffeur (wahahha..ok pushing it)
want: a new handphone
want: costly foood
want: to party
want: an acceptable excuse for the parents so I can stay out late
And those that are as clear as NeWater…
want: money
never is a promise...I intend to keep
*Tyra snap*
I'm done with this.
Is it getting better...or do you feel the same...
Vs 
subtitled: “We are geishas, we are not courtesans.”
my handshake brings all the boys to the yard....
Was starving coz I only had a free cookie and a brownie for lunch. Thought I could catch up on my meal at the press launch but there was no time to eat! Since priority and kancheongsity was to get interviews and shots, etc.
His hands each had 5 perfectly working fingers and a palm lor. So was the no-handshake gesture suppose to be demeaning to me (coz I’m an intern)? anti-social of him? insisting on informality? A religious consideration? Some sort of mindgame powerplay? What?!?
escape to a condo on the coast
will only disappoint.
When the waters of the ocean rise to the heavens...
earthbound
Wahahahahahhaha
"...However, based on your explanation given, we have decided to exercise flexibility for this occasion and waive the notice issued. Please comply with the Parking Rules in future."
where are all my kampong pasir gogok-ians?
“Downtown Singapore”.
...if it's not all day
courtesy of shazzz's phone. Thank ah...Thank.
needing you bad...
b) Gasp
c) Have cramps
d) Have a blister
what's the matter with you, sing me something new
that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
that I would be good if I got and stayed sick
that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds
that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
that I would be great if I was no longer queen
that I would be grand if I was not all knowing
that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
that I would be loved even when I was fuming
that I would be good even if I was clingy
that I would be good
whether with or without you
I'm for real (YES)
And with us you'll always know the deal…”
switch it on
Az. 21. cats. words. songs. music. acoustic. symphony. quiet. crazy.
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"At the beep please leave your name, number and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma and I'll get back to you.."
blast it
*BEEP*
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