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Ching Chongaty Chiang
Red and New Year Songs should never be allowed to happen simultaneously. Gives me a headache without fail to step into a shop, trying to find something nice, and get distracted by the piped in tong-tong-chiangs. Bloody irritating la.
Red packs collections didn't snowball anywhere near 4 digits this year. Relatives mostly overseas, all the kiam siap fellas! And I was looking forward to more shopping after the first two days. #$%&*%$@#$. My bloody phone dropped into the fuckin' pool while trying to help sam hook up her hair tie with a wooden stake and a palm tree leaf stem tied together from the 3m end of the deep pool. Rrrrriggghht. It was fuckin hilarious the sight of us screaming and shouting and for the next two days or so, i-had-to-type-like-this-and-i-hated-smses-for-the-1st-time-in-my-life.
Val's Day on Monday. Come to think of it, haha, I haven't spent any alone for the past 5 years, perhaps its about time.. So bittersweet, come to think of it.
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i feel like dropping dead amidst all thats happening around me right now.
Joss Stone; Security
Lost in Mustafa
Lynn Tan
As you should know, one sided stories are the most unreliable, not that you really know us, or what happened between us for that matter. I would greatly appreciate if you could shut that trap and stop talking as if you know everything else, cuz you don't and you most probably won't ever. I think your fucked up guy whom you've been pinning for the last century is enough to make you your own emo doll.
And adding ppl you don't know on msn in a bid to make more friends? That's disgusting.
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on a lighter note, our mustafa escapade was hilarious. Determined to find sam's tampons, we asked this indian guy for directions.
Me: Uncle, where're the tampons ah?
Indian fella: Hannfoon (as in Handphone)? Haanfoon seh-can fffloor, electick sacction.
Me: (burst out laughing)
Trying sportswear in a 30 by 30 fitting space is just impossible. Jevon was like, Eh! You 2 trying to commit suicide? What's happening man?! Damnfucking funny la! Dinner was worse! I can't remember what started us laughing, maybe jevon laughing at marcus' laughter, and all of us started laughing and Lynn (prettysmalleyes lynn, not the one abovementioned) just couldn't stop. And couldn't stop even after like 10 mins? Damnfucking funny! I think I got abs just by laughing.
Dinner on thursday, can't wait! Love all my jellybabies!
Please Remember
I miss going on road trips together, watching crazy vcds on the bus and laughing out loud.
I miss calling you and scaring the shit out of you, only to realise its a prank.
I miss oogling at sheena chan together, following her and embarrass ourselves like free.
I miss the times when you comfort me, whenever I fall out of love.
I miss cooking up a storm at ger's house and then not eating any later.
I miss you writing random, incohrent letters to me and expect me to reply them.
I miss helping me think of excuses to stay out when we were sec 2.
I miss helping you think of ways to con your parents of more money from book sales.
I miss going to bed with your legs slammed over mine, and I, making a big fuss till we realise its time to wake up.
I miss the times when you sent me home daily and my mum thought you were my girlfriend.
I miss wrestling.
I miss making fun of Ms. Nair together.
I miss your badly cooked spaghetti and burnt cream sauce.
I miss your tyko queen ways that make me laugh till I cry.
I miss the times when we quarrel so bad, but we end it off with a I love you la.
I so damn fucking miss you.
And I wish you were here to comfort me now, telling me its alright and I'm not selfish,
the way you always do, the way I'm always right to you.
Lisa Ono - Non Dimenticar
Linguistically Un-In-snyc
I think I have an issue with talking to strangers. Not that I'm shy or anything, but I get linguistically retarded and come up with strange answers or even miss my P's and Q's when I feel awkward and uncomfortable. As so, it has been evident from the past few days.
"Hi, I'm XxxxxX, nice to meet you! (complete with smile)"
Me: "Hi! Err... (big smile and after what seems like forever) Oh, I'm Germaine."
or.
Me: "Hi!I'mGermaine,andnicetomeetyoutoo!" ala verbal diarrhoea. Greeaaaaaaattt.
Awkwardness sets in after and I try to wash it away it more smiles. GAWD. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
The twins' birthday was rather fun, minus the everyone got kinda seasick part. We played 5-10 and I was the only idiot who went, EH! Fast game Fast game ah! And pause for 5 seconds when its my turn. :DDD. Didn't go to the afterparty because of work the next day and I honestly shouldn't have skipped it. For a few reasons though, but the biggest one being work sucked.
The fat AP was bossing us around and she stole my food. Leaving me hungry and grumpy. Damnit! And she tried to cheat me into carrying things for her back to the office. What a triple-chinned bitch. But the actor & actresses were nice. Selena Tan was so pro, she used at most 2 takes for each scene and that pretty much accelerated us on schedule. Magdie was just sweet and nice to all. And I never knew that there were so many shots to just one scene. Angles, OS, close ups and all. Such an eye opener for me!
But oh wells, not that I wanna do it again with an AP from hell. Goodnessgraciousme.
I was surfing through friendster when a certain photo caught my attention.
It was of a friend's, nothing really special about it.
Except i saw myself and a past her in the background looking gay and happy.
Talk about nostalgia, Ha.
Slow Train - Hotel Costes
Those Landed Leaves
Autumn came and and shook the tree bare of its leaves.
The wind shook so hard, the tree just had to realise where its core is.
And one by one, the leaves fell to the ground,
Like broken memories that slipped with ascending time.
Like bubbles that burst upon the slightest pressure asserted.
Can it not withstand all that wind and rain?
At last, bare as a rack, it managed a snigger,
for even once thinking that a butterfly had stopped upon it,
crowning it hers, when all the leaves whispered in unison,
a scam to leave with the wind, gone, totally.
Only when the true silence set in in the freezing winter,
it heard the leaves cackle, in groups and coteries,
looking back up and sneering, for all that was left was a skeleton.
They say promises are meant to be laughed at,
under my bated breath i tried my best to hold back that laugh.
I tried, I really did.
It was still broken.
maybe spring will come again
Smellee Christmas!
One and a half month of holiday tapped me on the back and flew away like butter (butter-fly, geddit?) Hohoho. 2 weeks later i'll be in school complaining about work and pressure as if it was printed like the holidays on my agenda.
Dinner was satisfying considering that mile high fare isn't as good as a mile high shag, the cocktail prawns were really good. I didn't realize how homesick I was till I came home and same the uncreased bedsheets and the good ole bolstie. And that kinda reminded me how important family is, especially in the wake of the many recent deaths.
Love can come in more than one form, no?
love in december - club 8
Peut-etre Demain
The cursor blinks momentarily on the screen, as my random thoughts unramble. I'm 2 weeks back from down under and 2 weeks away from the oriental. How does that work out? I'm utterly bored as the resident evil is painting the porch downstairs.
I am:
1 day away from meeting sam (and conning her into trying this stupid peach jelly that got me hooked ala mentos lime)
2 weeks away from my secret getaway. (ok, not so secret.)
3 hours away from tv dinner, which i presumed would be spent in front of SG idols.
4 hours away, from SG idols. ( i hope taufik wins)
5 hundred dollars away from my much coveted wallet.
6 more packets of snacks away from obesity.
7 more months away from the next school holiday.
8 more steps away from the toilet.
9 more months away from 18.
10 more TV programmes to becoming a couch potato.
This is, quintessentially, life.
Its ironic how i'm feeling melancholic now that the christmassy season is edging. I dream of turkeys and ham and stuffings and log cakes. (I dream of eating and not putting on weight.) But its ok, optimism wins the day, being the emo-sappy-ian that I am, or (plus char) we are.
One year, not so long ago, it was all painful and melodramatic. If you read char's entry about love actually, I think I was the only moron who did something similar to the whole placard thing. And with so many detractors on the comment box saying that that kinda thing didn't exist anymore, I think I OD-ed on the bittersweetness of it all. Too caught up in the whole whirlwind, I forgot to stop and see if it was even worth it, or if it was even what I wanted at all. Surely, no regrets, But there're too many "I wish-ed" and "what-if's" in between the lines of sanity and disillusion. How much pain can you absorb, before you lose your threshold and succumb to the bitterness? How much tears must there be, in exchange for happiness? I learnt the hard way that if its too painful, maybe it isn't even worth it at all.
I wish I was the one driving you home.
The weakness in me - Joan Armatraging
