| one of those days |
[17 Jun 2003|01:53am] |
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head over feet -- alanis morissette |
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I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask me how my day was
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You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be suprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
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[16 Jun 2003|04:00am] |
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nothing -- nitin sawhney |
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Another something I did. My idea, my drawing (pardon the attempted calligraphy. Darn coloured pencils), Photoshop's light equalization (cus of low quality scan). Was just brooding, feelin morose, when an ex-boyfriend came to mind. So I guess he deserves a little credit.
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| boredomboredomboredom |
[15 Jun 2003|03:46pm] |
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intuition -- jewel |
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Shalom shalom.
Another monotonousotonomousotonous day it is. The weather's yummy enough for a swim but alas, the nearest pool is like a gazillion miles away. I desperately need an all-over tan cus last I checked, tan lines are so not sexy at all. I look like I grew a second layer of skin over my boobs. Nice. Was reading Upload while nursing chicken soup at 2am (forgive me!) when this article went splat on my face. Behold people, groundbreaking technology has brought swimwear to an all new level. The almighty solar-what-ever-tan-thru swim gear has evolved. Yes, the micro-what-ever weaved into the lycra promises to allow those precious rays to hit places where the don't shine! Ah, wonders of science. Now you don't have to ever compromise your modesty (or tight budget) to get that fantastic porn star tan. Just lay on the beach and soak it up baby.
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| So this is it |
[14 Jun 2003|10:21pm] |
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gloomy sunday -- heather nova |
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My weekend is officially over (and so is my allowance). How vunderful. Doesn't help that now I've an extra worry. The Amex bill. Ugh. Have been charging so much, print is falling off the card. I used to swear never to be one of those people who lives up to their eyeballs in debt and now look who's talkin baby. Thank God I'm pardoned from such agony, being a child and all. Still, I can feel the sting.
Happy Father's Day indeed.
Ju-On isn't really as scary as others deem it to be. Perhaps its just dumb ol' me, whacked over the Japanese style of cinematography. I don't know man; moaning blue-skinned women with bad hair crawling outta TV screens just don't cut it for me. There's one scene though which I seemed to be able to relate to, the bathroom horror. I once felt this unidentifiable force pushing my head while I was showering, kinda like in the movie when the ghost had its hand on the girl's shampooed tresses. Just not as comical. No, I didn't see some bellowing freak creature plastered on my bathroom ceiling with its strategically wind-blown hair whooshing all around. Though this movie is about as souless as the famous TV-crawling monsters, the sound effect deserves two thumbs up.
Sides from the movie, this weekend has seen me devour one too many pizzas, a little too much on the snacks, 3 raw sausages (guilty as charged!), viet-western cuisine, baked beans straight outta the can, McDonalds' this and that, 3 Peter Pan peanut butter sandwiches, jars worth of pickled vegetables...
Milton is wrong. Vanity shouldn't be his favourite sin. Gluttony should. Talkin about Milton, I finally got around watching Devil's Advocate last night. Cried like a bitch when MaryAnn went crazy. If I were in her shoes (God, if only I were half as hot or have a husband a quarter of hers) I would kill myself (or file for divorce and draw ridiculous amounts of alimony). All she needed was love, dammit, a pillar of support for her to lean on; and Kevin Lomax is out there too busy bein his cocky highflying you'll-never-see-me-lose lawyer. Thats what happens when you get too involved in your material desires. You become oblivious to the most important thing in life.
Sometimes you just can't have it all.
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| brainless post |
[13 Jun 2003|02:03am] |
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i bet its christina aguilera on 98.7FM |
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The cockroaches living in this house are full of attitude I tell you. Was in the kitchen couple moments ago, raiding the refrigerator when this roach scurried past me. Woh. I was goin ohmygodohmygodohmygod *hop hop hop* bloodyass. And just when you thought I'd see the last of it since most average roaches flee for their lives after realising they've been detected by the Almighty Human, this filthy lil bastard stood still, in the middle of my beige-tiled kitchen, with its evil lil feelers twitching, daring me to swat his sorry lil ass (its a He cus of the obvious; y'know, the pest quality)
Thank God it went away eventually. I'd say it sauntered off dammit.
How appalling.
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| whats for breakfast |
[12 Jun 2003|04:34pm] |
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intuition -- jewel |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lavivaloca is currently circling around Bukit Batok and driving his instructor up the wall so I still have about an hour to spare before hitting the gym. Thats the thing about being a poor student, there are no ways (save ripping-off some nut or morphing into Vincent) I can afford membership at a more condusive gym. One which comes with tidbit-courses, decently-furnished locker rooms and people you want to force-feed lard to. Mmm Yum.
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| fabulous |
[11 Jun 2003|09:00pm] |
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nothing more -- nitin sawhney |
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I've missed two (in short, all) of Victor Koh's holiday lectures. He's gonna try to expel me again. Snort. Nothing's gonna come between me and my maple-candied evening. Wonders much-needed luxury of sleep does to you.
Lalala.
Recieved a pleasant surprise from Jonnie and Mithun, a pleasant shock rather. They were standing at my doorstep this morning for God knows how long (an hour I suppose), incessantly ringing my bell and hurling unthinkables. Not to forget with a McDonalds' Big Breakfast set in hand too. These are the people who tried all means to break into my house to feed me while I was bein too ignorant (and lazy) to even pick up the phone. Tsk. Talk about being ungrateful.
Not quite so to think of it. I let them rape my kazaa so hard, ten hours on I can still smell traces of gay porn. God, that was hilarious.
Czech point.
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[11 Jun 2003|04:24am] |
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I know, this is such an unearthly time to be awake and roaming about. I just had to write something or my mind will go kaput. Especially so after skimming through an extremely weak porn flick. Bruce Almighty indeed. Kazaa can be such an ass. So can M1's voice mail service. Hell I just returned a call to Adrian which was meant for last Saturday and made a total ass of myself. It is not my fault that the voice mail registers 10th June.
Yuk.
Question:
Is ménage à trois really making a comeback?
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| Everybody else |
[10 Jun 2003|08:49pm] |
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take a bow -- madonna |
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There is nothing to write about at all. I'm wondering if I should call Kalvin. Why I can't do things the legitimate way, like everybody else *bangs head against wall*. Well, maybe it's because I'm not like everybody else. Everybody else don't square their nails at 3 in the morning. Everybody else don't try to do yoga to Madonna. And I bet everybody else don't microwave peanut butter. Everybody else has a mother who nags. I don't. I have a mother who doesn't speak to me for six months (if you add it all up) Everybody else trusts their families. I can't. How to when you come home one day to find your room raided and your written diary excavated. Everybody else don't have six years of their adolescence documented for their future kids.
I don't even wanna write anymore.
Tired.
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| love allergy |
[09 Jun 2003|03:41pm] |
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nothing -- nitin sawhney |
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For once I'm glad the weekend is over. God, it was absolutely exhausting. For all those in the know, hush aye. Don't even remotely hint on anything in this journal. Prying eyes are the bane of my existence.
This morning's Chinese As was such a bitch. I've had but three hours of sleep last night cus of an article I'm working on. Didn't help that I haven't a clue of the exam time until 7.30 this morning and the paper was so much tougher than the first time round. Anyways I think the bell curve moderation will work to my advantage, so yeah. Am rather pleased with last night's write-up though. The layout just needs some tweaking and my baby is all good to go.
I won't deny that my emotions always get the better of me at the worst possible time. Hurts so much, dammit. someone better shackle me to reality before I puff away. I deserve so much better.
( Good Reads )
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| do you see wot I see? |
[07 Jun 2003|07:14pm] |
Am lazing on the bigolicious chair of Mundar. She made a new user pic for meh; I'm sorry to say this folks but it is true. And I also have a third nipple.
Sheena comes threes baybeh.
Just happens that tonight she is goin on fours
Seven O somethin and I'm still not touched up for minliand.
Juicy juicy juicy... Mmmm
bye!
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| candy perfume woman |
[05 Jun 2003|10:15pm] |
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sunset -- nitin sawhney |
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Met up with lavivaloca and am jealous jealous jealous. Ugh. He's gonna get his driver's licence soon, like in July or somethin. I can already picture him zipping around town with his Merc while I'm stuck with buses, MRTs and *censored*. I'll probably sign up after my Mids in July (which will make me like, a thousand years behind everybody else; and even after, I only end up with a Lancer. No Peugeot 206cc) All the angst, sigh.
Terrible thing happened. I was caught on TV for one of those chinese talk show trailers. Yeah, and I don't even know it until 5 seconds ago when Vincent was goin all Hahaha. Apparently some guy was with me and we were giggling and looking stupid. After a mental run-down of the people I've been with while wearing black and blue, the guy has been identified as Damien. You know how nasty these talk show people can be; zooming in on random people and splashing captions like "Has our teenagers gone bad?" or "Are Singaporean teens are too liberal when it comes to sex?" across the screens.
I can see Mary flip.
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| Breathe and |
[03 Jun 2003|09:05pm] |
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the preacher -- nitin sawhney |
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Eat Me.
Tickets for The Vagina Monologues are sold out. Darn.
Nothing new left to say
Can be heard
Nothing helps me find my way
Empty words
No more will I question why
What we feel
Nothing left to make me try
Nothing’s real
Eat Me.
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| madness |
[03 Jun 2003|02:38pm] |
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nothing -- nitin sawhney |
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( babarpapa )
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| mosai bunny bunny |
[02 Jun 2003|09:36pm] |
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its too darn hot |
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A'right, lavivaloca is officially the more popular LJian between us two. Gone are my heydays where this miserable old site gets hit on more than any silicon enhanced Baywatch babe. Tsk, indeed I am getting mouldy. Have yet to post up the HV photos we took yesterday and vincent is already garnering 40+ comments in his snug lil corner of cyberspace! No fair :|
But post again, I will... wretched loca.
( Extra Extra )
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| vot is your problem sire |
[29 May 2003|10:24pm] |
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nothing more -- nitin sawhney |
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Victor Koh has been waiting for the first chance to screw me over and he did just that today. I was like 3 minutes late for school (my mere 2nd time) and he had to report my supposed truancy to my dad. Thats just plain silly cus I did nothing wrong this whole crazy tracking thing is beginning to annoy the nuts outta everyone. Like my dad said, I should avoid putting myself in a situation where I can be victimized. In short, keep a low profile and just survive the five more months. He didn't even bother to call up the school's office, thats how crazy he thinks my CT is.
But again my dad's always been nonchalant about my academics. He just assumes that I'll make it and his so-called motivational talks always have me in tears although he never speaks more than a few sentences. Its the fact that he never raises his voice which gets me goin all emotional inside. And here I am always screaming and snapping at him for no reason because he's the dad that never gets angry. For someone so calm, cool and collected, just imagine how slow he drives on the road.
The world's smoothest driver he boasts.
Was at this sandwich bar at sixth avenue called Bread-somethin. Pretty good stuff and the best part -- no people! Nice and quiet enough for my liking. I'm goin on major food hunts these days, excavating yummies from their secret locations before the Channel U people commercialise these haunts. I like it when the crowd is kept at a bare minimum, enough to keep the ambience goin but not induce claustrophobia.
I've piled on like, 2 kg over the past 2 months. This is bad. I think I need a change of gym environment. The one I've been procrastinating from is starting to get boring. Sometimes a girl just needs some visual stimulation. Yes.
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| Emergency post |
[28 May 2003|11:59pm] |
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moonrise -- nitin sawhney |
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I miss miss miss you Thomas.
Am goin to bed.
Alone.
Nights.
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| scab face |
[28 May 2003|11:47pm] |
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nothing -- nitin sawhney |
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I must've been bitten by some sorta bug. That explains the strange-looking scabs; kinda like those inflicted by carpet burns. My self-diagnosis on the internet hasn't been helping much, so much for Asking Jeeves.
damiankoh, lavivaloca and I were supposed to go supping tonight but after shuffling a little with my (way overdue) history file, the bed seemed to have dethroned Jalan Kayu Prata from my list of Wednesday Night Must-Dos. Lets postpone this makan session to the weekend shall we? (fuck fuck fuck the Chinese Mids on Saturday morning, ugh)
Today's officially the first time I felt like a true-blue JC kid (after close to 2 years). Finally got around to doing regular (or what deemed as, for I have forgotten) JC-student-stuff. Y'know, the hanging out in town after school with a gang of acquaintances, feasting on fastfood budget meals, catchin a movie, chillin out at starbucks and gossiping about school teachers, the works. It was a pretty refreshing experience. Kids nowadays are just growing up too fast. My experience as an adolescent doesn't even relate to most kids my own age, so I figured its about time I regressed a little and enjoy being a child before I grow too old for it.
Ack. What nonsense am I babbling.
Mwahaha.
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| of hours and days |
[27 May 2003|11:54pm] |
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nothing -- nitin sawhney |
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I know I had one too many cup of tea when the dizziness sets in and my whole body quivers euphorically. Can't exactly find the right words for this strange 8th-cup phenomenon but I suspect its the overwhelming dose of endorphin.
An Addiction.
Finally retrieved the package from the post office. It is Nitin Sawhney's Prophesy CD from Thomas and I spent the whole afternoon lying on my bed absorbing every word, feeling every emotion. Its ironical how one of my favourite Nitin Sawhney song from the previous album is that of Letting Go. Well, if you've came by my place this afternoon you would've seen a me in a puddle of hearts.
Another Addiction.
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| randomness |
[26 May 2003|09:43pm] |
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get busy -- sean paul |
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Rouse me from
This sweet debt of
Longing
Each night owes
Sweep away my
Soul to the genesis
Of our
Bittersweet note
Teach me to
Embrace the sombre delight
Each smile
Exudes
To immortalize the memory
Birth a new worth
To make two,
Whole
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