Thursday, 23 August 2007
I spent yesterday crying my eyeballs out. I couldn't stop, I didn't know how to. Never in my life I would imagine this would happen. When I looked back at everything, what's the point? What's the point of staying fit and healthy, what's the point of going through all the miseries and pain, when it all will come down to this.What's the fucking point?
I wasn't ready, but circumstances gave me mo choice. After all the painful process, I realized that I have no faith left. I am simply, too exhausted to believe. I watched him bowing his head and praying every night, I watched him retracing every steps, every words, every prayer that are known to human, and what? What does he get? More pain? More suffering?
Today I woke up feeling just as bad. I got all sorts of encouraging words from friends and people around me, telling me to be strong and I'm very thankful for them. But this is something I need to do on my own. I need, to be able to live with myself. I need, to come to a peace, to accept, to surrender.
It's weird, because when I started thinking about it, I would burst into tears and even when I was talking to my teacher, asking for a leave this Saturday, I could feel my eyes welling up and I had to bit my lips to control myself. I am so ashamed for being this weak, yet I don't know how I could be otherwise. I followed the lesson with zero interest, sinking deep in my seat, hoping that if I did just that, eventually I would be invisible to the world, and I would be able to not care about what everyone else thought of me. A friend of mine who sat beside me patted and stroked my back, and it made me want to cry more.
I didn't feel better after sitting alone by the pool yesterday, and I thought the night air would be able to calm me down, but it didn't. Yet, this afternoon, just out of nowhere, during the middle of the class, without anything spectacular happening, I suddenly felt....okay. I don't know, I just felt better, somehow. As I was walking back home this evening, I was overwhelmed by, not the 'come-what-may' philosophy, but rather, with the realization, that no matter how much tears I cried, no matter how miserable I was, and no matter how much I felt sorry for myself, there is absolutely nothing I could do. And instead of making me feel helpless like I have always felt, that exact time I just saw everything in different light. I don't know, maybe this is just a temporary light bulb moment and everything will turn back to shits tomorrow, but for now, I feel okay. Not good, but just okay.
I suddenly believe in myself, no, I believe in my dad, and my sisters, that no matter what happened, we will be able to survive it, that we will stick together and we will make her happy. I realize, that things are so bleak at the moment and I couldn't imagine how my life would turn out. I really don't know. But it's comforting to know, that I'm not alone in this. And as I finished booking my flight, paying all my bills, returning all borrowed books, and getting out my briefcase from the storage room, I'm determined,..to make the most of it. I'm beyond, surrendering. And I want to come home feeling that this is what I'm supposed to do, that I will stay by my family, and that this is right, despite all the uncertainties and bleakness ahead.
I've mailed my lecturer, I've asked for leave, what more can I do? At the end of the day, we don't know when our time will be, and I have never considered about that possibility before, I should've learnt my lesson with grandma, but that time I was so busy with my life and I left all of that behind. I was wrong.
A special someone said yesterday that this is not about me.He told me not to be busy being mad and sad. Because what's more important is letting her have every possible happiness she could get. That I should focus more on her, not myself, not crying, and certainly not by being angry.
But I deserve to be sad. I deserve to cry. And I know that, but he's also right. RIght now, although I couldn't be further from being happy, I am...okay. I..don't know what else I could be but be okay. At the end of of the day, I'm just...tired. And I wish there's more I could do.
There is, which is to stand by her.
I will be gone, and I don't know for how long yet. The truth is, I'm scared to know. But just wish for the best and I hope I can be strong. I will try posting again before I leave this weekend, and I don't know how much I can write once I'm back home, but I'll try anyway.
Sunday, 19 August 2007
OH MY GOD SURELY YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH PLEASURE WATCHING PEOPLE MISERABLE???!!!??!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST CUT ALL THE FUCKING SHITS?????!!! GIVE US TIME TO BREATHE AND BE HAPPY, FOR THE FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!! THERE ARE RAPISTS, MURDERERS, STALKERS, WHATEVER ELSE PEOPLE OUT THERE YOU COULD ENTERTAIN!!!
I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS.
You know what, for her sake I will smile and if there's a mention of religious things whatsoever I would nod, BUT ONLY FOR HER SAKE because I'm so fucking mad I don't care anymore.
Everyone, please hope for the best for my family.
Saturday, 18 August 2007
I'm quite proud of myself to discover this new-found glory. The air was cool, the sun hasn't shone, the streets were empty, the security guard asked, "Okay?"
Really! He said that! What, now even the damn security guard knew that I'm not used to wake up at this hour?! That is almost an insult!
It's 8 now and I'm off to school, people! Oh, I was out earlier (hence, the odd security-guard-conversation?) to buy today's paper. Gasp! Wow! Magic! What? What? What? Is John Cusack visiting Singapore?! What the? Buying the paper? Don't act so chic!
Mind you, buying newspaper is a perfectly normal behavior.
Yes, but YOU are not like normal people.
Ah, sod it. Fine, I admit, the paper is just part of my class' assignment. But I'm still offended, nevertheless!
End's Note: Did I just have a conversation with myself???????
Yes. No wonder you drink.
Friday, 17 August 2007
Oh, wrong word. Sorry, let's do it again.
I looked back and gasp!!!!
It was Irene!
So I screamed, and she screamed. And we both literally humiliated ourselves, and she blamed me for screaming up first, and I blamed her for bumping into me and my fats, and she blamed her boyfriend for distracting her, and her boyfriend just....ran away.
Like, really, he ran away. Dissapeared. Fleed the scene. Gone with the wind.
I swear I didn't wear anything remotely scary that day! Was it my face...??! Oh goodie!
So anyway! That was some months back and yesterday we just caught up, had dinner and talked a lot. She ended up going to my place until almost 11. Good time. It was always nice meeting up with an old friend and sharing new things about each other just like old times.
She was once my biggest buddy
Class today is still boring, and it didn't help at all that it has been raining all day so the air was cool and perfect for nap. Tomorrow I have class at nine freaking am!!!!!!!!!!!
Not much interesting happening lately so can't write much. My so-called-power of imagination is under construction so I can't even ramble and make things up to say! Consider this is a christmas present. TIl next time!
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
It's like, if you agree or disagree with it, let me know! Nothing's worse than a complete silence! It's like when I came down for the interview weeks back and then suddenly nothing? I'm not a body-language or mind reader, so how am I supposed to know if the manager is not just seriously ill so every major life-and-death-decision (yes! Like hiring an intern!) should be postponed! You know what I mean?
And I mentioned before about how I haven't heard a word from him? Up until yesterday I got seriously super worried and I sent him a non-stop rambling mail about the possibility of him being abducted by an alien or just simply being lured away by hookers. But apparently this fact was just really amusing for him because he still could JOKE about this while I was up to my neck feeling worried and finding myself check every car accidents that happened among the area. And his reply was,
YES! BUT HOW IN THE NAME OF JUPITER COULD I KNOW ABOUT ALL THOSE THINGS?! Now, if you don't know me at all, you may think I'm seriously sick, that my imagination is inhumanly unreal (although I can vouch in that I'm definitely not sick, I do have a strong power of imagination...sometimes), but really, I didn't think I was overreacting at all! I did not, did I?
What I'm saying is, silence is bad! Who came up with 'silence is golden', anyway? Uh-huh, maybe! If you're playing chess! But otherwise, speak??
This sucks, suddenly, really really suddenly I got hit by an emotional wave of nostalgia. If I'm not mistaken, I gave the silence treatment to people too, and most recently, to the ex??!!! Now I feel like such a hypocrite. So why did I talk about this again?
Hey, hey, I totally understand now! Surely the manager of the company is too busy to inform all the potentials that they were not accepted! Surely he has a lot on his mind already! Like, how not to lose a million-dollars contract with company XYZ! And hey, baby, I understand that you're really busy at work, I'm sure if you have time you would've called!
And...so, of course, I too, did have a perfectly good reason for giving E the silent treatment?? I must have, right? Yeah? Yeah? *trying helplessly to justify my action*
How do the topic of assignments get to this?! (this is how my mind works, jumping from one point to another. You wouldn't wanna know.)
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Anyway just to keep you an update, turned out the interview I just attended wasn't for a permanent job, it's for a four-days aesthetic medicine conference and exhibition. Trust me, they don't need me for my brain on this, otherwise they would have kicked me out after seeing my blank look upon the word 'aesthetic'. I know, I'm a woman of a few words, I believe in simplicity! But they pay good and I see their sheer desperation of men-power so who am I to say 'no'? (I'm totally kidding. The only one who's desperate is me. A few more days from now and I seriously will be needing money for food and bus fare.)
On the other hand, I'm totally lost if we started talking about my journalism-job hunting. This *pointing at my brain* is all I've got, not this! *my flabby arms indicating muscles and brawn* But at least this seminar opportunity will earn me money, and I won't have to resort to washing people's shoes or stripping through the webcam.
I met and talked to a nice indian girl while waiting for the interview, she's 22 and already married! I suddenly feel so down, c'mon, I haven't even graduated yet! Now my biological clock is already ticking?!! But she assured me, I guess upon seeing my worried look and my sudden attempt to grab any men in sight out of sheer frustration, that it's very normal in her culture to be married in such a young age. *I thought it was during prehistoric ancient time?!!!* I continued to act normal after that, but my eyes somehow kept drifting to the clock, gosh. She was wearing sari and she was really sweet, but in the end she didn't want the job because I think she was looking for a permanent position. *turns out she wasn't nearly as desperate as me*
Anyway, when I walked home, I saw this auntie while trying to cross the street. The light was still red so we stood there waiting. The auntie was holding an umbrella and apparently, started swearing and sweating badly. She kept punching the crossing button, like press! press! press! press! press! press! press! press! press! press! like a madman and muttering 'aiyyyyooo!!!!!' as if the machine was some kind of joke and the world was just trying to prank her. Aiyoooo auntie, the light wouldn't turn green even if you smack your head on that freaking button! I was tempted to come up to her and say 'auntie, have you ever heard about an anger management program??'
Another sucky thing happened. No, correction, I mean, I just realized another sucky thing. I thought my next remodule was next week! So at least I still got this weekend to play and get drunk again! And probably find a man to marry! (yes, a man has to be drunk to consider marrying me, I am that bad) But apparently it's on next thursday!!!! Like, the day after tomorrow!!! I will have classes everyday all the way til the 25th, then a few days break (which is when the medicine exhibition's taking place so I don't see any beach-outings or acting pretty happening anytime soon), and then tutorial and classes again!
AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON ASSIGNMENTS! *pure hysterria* Okay, okay, I'm going to do it now! As in, right this moment! Serious! Focus! Concentrate! Really, I'm making it now. Here, I'm really, really doing this. See, cursor's moving. To microsoft word. Totally. I'm totally getting this done.
But really? How busy can someone be? Okay, I'm definitely not a good person to be asked this, since I live such a leisure-free-relax-life, or so some people say. So I'm asking you!
I really shouldn't be worrying about this, I have a resume to print out, an outfit to think of, oh in fact, I have myself to be soon-be-humiliated for! Wish me luck, people!
Monday, 13 August 2007
1. Two days ago I was at babe's place til midnight, and since it was Saturday I didn't bother to go home earlier cos I thought there would have been Night Rider anyway. So I stayed, oblivious. At nearly midnight I finally left and as I walked to the bus stop, I saw my bus passing, and if I were almost close to the stop I would have ran and caught the bus, even if that meant yelling frantically "stop! stop! wait for me!" to the driver and getting weird glances from people, but I would have done that, okay! But there was still good distance to the stop so I didn't run. More like, I didn't bother to run.
When I got to the stop I checked the bus' timings and it stated there, in clear black and white, that the last bus was at 23.54. And it was 23.56. THE FREAKING BUS WHICH PASSED ME WAS APPARENTLY THE LAST BUS! And I was wrong about the Night Rider too cos there were none in that stop! And there I was, right in the middle of nowhere..(okay, not middle of nowhere, but far enough from my place!) with no bus and with only little money left. Well, it's not like I had any other choice, didn't I? So I flagged the taxi and it bloody cost me twelve freaking bucks! I felt so forced giving the money to the driver. I could easily get on the bus and only paid like two dollars!
2. I had to go to Clarke Quay yesterday to meet a friend, and I initially thought I would just take a cab cos I was wearing heels and my outfit didn't necessarily scream 'I want to get squished inside the train'. But then I remembered the incident the night before and I immediately felt guilty. Again, what choice did I have? It probably was the biggest mistake cos the weather was so hot and I sweated easily already as it is, so the heat affected me even worse, and even I didn't want to see myself getting sweaty! Imagine the horror of the people around me!
What worse (yes, there is a worse) was there's a disgusting guy who wore black sunglasses and acted as if he's very chic suddenly came up to me, grinned his slick-eery smile and asked where I was going. Ick. Talk about degradation.
3. See previous post. That would explain...a lot.
4. The meeting with my friend was a disaster. It really, was a disaster. It probably was my first bad evening out! Which was an unfortunate cos the place was already nice! We settled at Tapas Tree.
I believe one time my friend even said 'you're fucking rich' as if that's bad thing or means I have a fucking herpes or something. And he also thought the place was fucking posh. It wasn't, okay! Long story short, it was a disaster. I believe I've used that term but I feel like using it again to emphasize the fact that it was really a freaking disaster! It was painful to even relive!
I have a feeling he even thought my lychee martini was freaking posh! That's just retarded.
5. Okay, the most recent one. I feel so foolish telling this, but what would you do when you have a job interview and you have no idea what the position you're applying for!?!!! Great! Just great! See, someone called me this morning and arranged for interview tomorrow, gave me the address and time etc etc, but one thing was I don't even remember applying for job in that company! It's a medical company so I think I would remember if I did send in my resume and everything, okay! So I checked the internet and saw my sent-items on my mails and there was nothing on that company! And so I have no idea what I'm supposed to do! I don't know which position I will be interviewed for!!!! Surely you ask I don't need to know that?! But I do! On my last interview I was asked that! And I've sent email to ask but no reply and it's late here and my interview is tomorrow and so I'm toast.
6. I think my so-called-boyfriend is mad at me.
So that about sums it up. These days suck! And I haven't even accounted my two big assignments which I haven't started and I'm getting super worried cos next week I'm having remodule so I'll be really busy and when will I get the time to work on those projects?!!
I know, your look says it all. "You're in trouble, girl."
When I imagine myself seeing him again,...wait, I never imagined seeing him again, because I don't want to, and there will be no meeting, not now, not tomorrow, try, not ever! Everything should be just left buried in the past! In the past, okay! That is why he's an ex! Ex-whatever.
But one scenario I would never have pictured in my mind, was meeting him in the fucking train station! Yes, I bumped into him in the fucking train station! Somebody please shoot me!
If only! If only I saw him first! If only I caught him on the corner of my eyes! If only I...I...! I WOULD HAVE HID! I WOULD HAVE RAN! I would have...done something, anything! Yes, I was that much of a coward.
Was it some kind of joke that I was in the elevator on this side, and he was in the elevator on the opposite side, and we got to the ground at the same time?!!!! I looked at him and he looked at me, and there was no escape! No fire stairs! No trees or bodies I could hide myself behind! Not even a freaking wall! There was nothing between us, just vast empty area mocking me!
And so I smiled. And so I came up to him and we hugged. And so we muttered 'how are you' and so we walked out together. And so he asked the most dreaded questions, "Do you still even have my number in your phone? Why didn't you ever call me? If I texted you, would you have replied?" Yes, OF COURSE he had to ask those questions. And up until that second, I WAS PRETTY MUCH READY TO FORGET EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WITH HIM! I HAD A PEACE WITH MYSELF NOT TO FEEL GUILTY, TO THINK THAT HE WAS OUT SOMEWHERE, HAVING A NICE LIFE AND FORGETTING ME, I WAS REALLY REALLY READY TO CLOSE THAT CHAPTER AND OF COURSE, NOW I HAD TO BE BOMBARDED BY THE PAST ALL OVER AGAIN. AND OF COURSE I HAD TO GIVE HIM ANSWERS, I HAD TO EXPLAIN MYSELF WHY I DID WHAT I DID, AND WHY I WASN'T BEING FAIR TO HIM.
See what I'm saying before? He is the past, and past means past! Behind! Forgotten! Time to move on! The past shouldn't be asking questions to you in present! The past shouldn't smile at you, hug you and ask you to catch up! No, it shouldn't!
I thought I will never see him again, and tada! Singapore has be too small for two awkward individuals! They just had to meet, didn't they?! There just aren't any space left, are there?!
Long story short, we talked. No, more like, he asked, and I looked at him hopelessly. Distracting him and asking him unimportant questions (where do you stay now? Oh, where are you going now? How are you getting along in Singapore? Do you still bring maps anywhere? How's work?) You know, just to divert his attention from the dreaded topic! But by the time we got out from the station, I couldn't think of any other craps to say, so then he asked.
And I think I did pretty well, gracefully, at least! I don't know! What did I say to him?! I couldn't remember! I remember him saying 'as long as you're not married and having kids, and as long as I'm not married and having kids, why should you feel bad about it?' or something like that. THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT ME BEING SINGLE AND YOU BEING SINGLE SO LET'S JUST HOOK UP AND HOLD HANDS!
Finally, we departed, and he said we should catch up sometime, and soon after, he sent me a text message and right there and then I knew. That he's slowly becoming a present again. And I'm not sure I like that very much.
I know, I know, he can't make me do things I don't want to do, and so if I don't wanna meet him again, then don't. Easy, right? Well technically it is, but sometimes I'm way too nice for things like this! And that is why everything was slowly getting better cos I've managed to forget about why I left him and I didn't really think much about feeling guilty or bad anymore. But now that he's here I don't know if I can do that again. Now I feel like I owe him something. And I don't want to feel like that!
It's funny because just a few days ago, babe and I talked about this and she even speculated that maybe he's not even in Singapore anymore. Yeah, so much for that hope! Oh, he is still in Singapore, alive and kicking. Looking exactly the same. The accent was still the same. I used to love that accent, and now I just feel nothing. I felt a pang of relief that at least I was looking good yesterday! I mean, I wasn't wearing shorts and slipper or whatever. At least.
He said, "When I imagine meeting you again, I wouldn't be wearing this. I would be wearing something nice..", truth is, he was wearing a shirt, okay! With collars! How nice can a shirt be?!
Today he hasn't texted me, will it be too much to ask, too much of an impossible expectation, that he may not look for me again?!!! That he, too, decided everything should just be left behind?
Sunday, 12 August 2007
I know, it's not something I'm quite proud of, but that's just it. I can't be bothered anymore. Why pretend and fool yourself, always wishing but ends up getting dissapointed over and over again?
And a friend said, "You have to be patient. It's an unfortunate incident. Everything will be okay." I'm sorry, but you just don't get it. You're trying to console me, but that just pisses me off more. Unfortunate incident, you say? Unfortunate incident happens once or twice, but this? More like epidemic! And we're just tired, see. We're fucking exhausted. What, to keep wishing? Maybe wishing-and-getting-what-you-want only happens in fantasy. Either way, I don't care.
That's the thing about future, you'll never know. Last year I wouldn't have thought this would still be happening. But then again, maybe last year we've all been too preoccupied by other shits at hand as well. If you asked me last year how I imagined my future, I would probably have answered, "Well, I'll be having a great job I enjoy so much doing, my good friends will all still be there, and my big extended families will see me getting hitched." Oh well, or something like that. But see, maybe I was just being naive. Because so many things have happened and there's just no perfect endings anymore. Good, maybe, but not perfect. And I've already seen it! I don't have to be in the future, I don't have to be in the position where you can look at what you've got at the moment, and things in the past, and say 'so these are the things that are missing..' or 'this is not quite what I had imagined' or even 'you know, I used to have this, but now I don't..' I don't need to be in the future to analyze what I'm missing, because I can tell you that right now! I don't have to be there, calculating the goods and bads, hoping something would be different or having things to regret because even now, I know. I know already that future isn't what I've always pictured. And probably that serves as a good kick, reminding me to be realistic, to not live in fantasy. Maybe.
It's not that I won't care about how my life will be like anymore. And I will keep hoping in the back of my mind, that at least, a near-perfect ending is still possible. But at the same time, it prepares me, to see things I didn't see before, facts that I have never accounted for. Grandma's passing is one of them. It's something I never thought possible, or reckoned, and it will be something I will always regret.
I'm not looking for sympathy, or those sad looks that said 'you poor little thing'. I feel that I need to write this, because if I said this to anyone, I will get that look. And I don't want to tell anyone else that I'm losing faith only to get 'don't say like that. You will get a sign, you will believe again.' And that look. Because they don't understand, they think I'm a lost little sheep and that all I need is a direction to get me back home, and maybe yes, maybe I am lost and maybe I just need something to make me believe again. The thing is, I'm not sure what that something is. I find it easier to be angry and to take every blow as if life just sucks sometimes and that I have no control over the shits that happened, than to keep wishing and wishing and the results would have still be the same.
I'm sorry, if I knew that if I give charity to beggars, my unfortunate incidents would stop, or even, just happening slower, you bet I would do it every single month for as long as it takes. If I have to forgive all mistakes people have made on me just to make everything better, I will. I really will. But no, right? No matter how much we've tried, in the end it just seems useless. And that makes me lose it. I really don't believe anymore. And even I know it's sad. I don't want me to not believe, but it's just the way it is.
Maybe I've seen this all wrong, maybe I'm just stupid and bitter and negative. Maybe there is an explanation, maybe my perspective is crappy, maybe if you were me, you could still make it good somehow, maybe you will even believe more, maybe you will say that there are still other people less fortunate and that you are still lucky and whatever. I don't know. I don't know whether I'm right or wrong, because I'm too tired to figure that out. All I know is this is how I feel and if I'm wrong then let it be.
Saturday, 11 August 2007
The good thing is, I will start buying cheetos on my own when I do want one, I will learn to save more and skimp if necessary, even starve myself if I'm broke, and I will still scream over the cockroaches but I will somehow manage to kill them afterwards. I haven't really given the killing-detail a thought (how will I do it? Should I spray insecticide? Should I drown them? Should I snap them with a hard, sharp object? Should I resort to fire?!! HORROR! Somehow I convinced myself that if I just let them be, they will dissapear!) but I'm sure I will figure something out! On second thought, can I just flee? I'm not brought up to kill! I'm against violance!
Me (running to get help): There's a damn cockroach in the coffee table! Kill it! Yeah! Suffocate it! Kill it! Kill it! Yeah! More! More poison! Bigger shoes! Bigger and heavier shoes! Here, take Yellow Pages! Kill it! I don't care, just KILL it!!!!! Die you, damn crappy cockroach!
I know I don't sound too convincing right now, but really, I'll be fine!
The topic of cockroach suddenly grossed me out a lot. Now I have a disturbingly unpleasant image on my mind. I hate how this thing happens! Me, talking sidetracked from the point! No, not only sidetracked, but off the road! Lopsidingly off! (not enough to be off, it has to be lopsided too)
This entry is officially lame and unimportant. And now I'm sleepy. Which is probably a good thing since it's already 3 in the morning. Zzzzz...
Thursday, 9 August 2007
The thing is, we are both so different in personality, but it's amazing how well we hit it off. Does that make sense? To feel so alike with someone who's totally different? I don't mean different as in she's normal and I'm sick or anything like that, (we don't even share the same preference in men, which is good, really) but well, let's just say this, she wouldn't be caught dead flapping her hands out in the air, skipping like maniacs and talking with an imaginary loudspeaker. Y'know?
Anyway. I'm not writing about our friendship in particular, but something just happened that drove my fingers to dance in here. *god, could I be more melodramatic?* You know something's worth blogging when you see one!
So, what happened is, just recently, I kinda heard one song by Joss Stone, called 'Spoiled', you've must known that too, right? It isn't a new song, in fact, it was out way back ago. And I have never liked Joss Stone in particular, I mean, her voice is good, and some of her songs are okay, but I'm not a fan. And I've known about that song since a long time ago, but never actually bothered to listen to it again right until just recently. The exact reason was because I opened this person's blog and the song was playing in the background and I thought, "Hey, this is that song by Joss Stone. Haven't heard this for a while. It's nice." So I've got the song and played it over and over again since. But I didn't tell this to anyone, less alone babe! What surprised me was tonight. She came over to my place to work on assignment, *initially. We really had such noble intention, don't you think?* and we were just hanging out in the room with both our laptops hanging open, minding our own business, accompanied with ocassional remarks, comments, and 'uh-huh' if something interesting came up. Well, suddenly, out of nowhere, she played a song, and GUESS WHAT SONG IS IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN?!!!?!
IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN THAT PARTICULAR JOSS STONE'S SONG!
IT WAS 'SPOILED' IN ALL ITS GLORY!
I honestly was transfixed, complete agape and surprise. I couldn't believe what I heard!
So I screamed and told her the whole story and we ended up laughing and she even admitted that she just liked that song recently too! I think she mentioned a word 'freaky'. I couldn't possibly say anything other than 'I hear ya, sister!' I guess the other part that made it more surprising was because usually we don't really listen to the same kind of music either. It's not that I don't like her type of songs or she doesn't like mine, but we just don't normally listen to the same kind, that's all. She listens to oldies, and I'm more to pop. Which doesn't make me dislike Chicago or Minnie Ripperton, cos yes, I think their songs are nice, but I don't normally listen to them.
So how?! How do we come to like the same song at the same time? Okay, if you put it that way, it doesn't seem too big of a deal, but seeing the big picture, it is a bit funny and coincidentally surreal.
Cheers, babe! I'd say, 'ya-ya!'
So yesterday I went to school for the bored-awaiting tutorial(it was the last day of tutorial and I thought I should at least show my face to the teacher, you know, just to let him know that this face existed? So when he saw me in the street, he wouldn't think of me as a stranger, but more like 'that student who came late to my last day of tutorial'.) I felt so guilty actually! So anyway I came there and did the presentation without knowing what the hell I was talking about, nodded pleasantly at half of what he told us, and of course, marked my attendance (which is why I came in the first place..Um, I mean, as part of the reason. Of course the first reason being that I wanted to learn and acquire knowledge. Do you have to ask?)
Before I knew it, the class was over and I couldn't be more than happy. No, a bit sad, really. Because it marked the last tiny drop of PR-priceless lessons that I could gain. But well, you get some, you lose some, right? So I couldn't very well be sad for far too long, correct? And so, hiding and trying so hard, just so hard to look chipper, the three of us had a walk to Little India. And holy molly, the day was burning! No, literally, it was burning our skulls! It was so hot I could almost faint. And although it wasn't a far distance between where we started and Little India, under that weather it somehow felt like a never-ending road. When we finally got there, I was sweating uncontrollably, my mascara smudged, forming unglamorously heavy black marks just below my eyes, and I couldn't feel further from zen!
Actually we came there not only because we were sad people who didn't have any other idea where to go, no, not only that! Although, that too. But ultimately it was because I wanted to see the famous hostel. And saw it, we did. Okay, fine, mission accomplished. What next? Well, we ended up sitting lamely at Sheng Shiong food court, running out of things to say after the first 30 minutes. Ha!
Anyway fast forward the story (yes, I will spare you the details on how we ended up going to the wrong way and getting lost like two blind mice for a while on the way back, and no, I will certainly not spill on how I ate duck rice and bump into two co-workers from the restaurant and how nauseating-lovey-dopey those two acted, *I'm just jealous* and last but not least, I'm not telling you how babe spilled some soy sauce on her skirt. Sigh, I know, we're just dorks that way.)
But the higlight of the day was to see my sister presenting her thesis over at NUS. I will not get emotionally sappy or anything here, because I'm not quite ready to bare my mellow side to you *hoeek!! vomit-alert!* But let me just say this, she was exceptional! During her presentation, I was so proud of her I could jump forward and hug her right there and then. *vomit-alert again?!* I mean, I knew she's always great, but to see her in front of the stage was just adding some couple layers of greatness. *greatness?! You think this is a Guiness ad, eh?!*
So to celebrate we initially wanted to do some karaoke but ended up watching Rush Hour instead. I know, the choice of show was poor, but from the excitements, we could have watched some lousy porn and still be happy!
Okay so it was a great day already but wait, it got better! Well, *blushing* I got to talk to him. I'm such a hopeless romantic! And I don't freaking care! Ha! And to top it off, I found the perfect song! Just perfect to listen to! 'The Heart of the Matter' by India Arie. I know, amazing what a power of music can do to you.
Today friends are coming over for some relaxation, swimming, sauna and DVDs. Great, eh? Nope, we planned to work on assignments too! Really! No, really! I'm serious!!
ps: Babe! Please send me our latest pics! My photo album is rotting, I'm tellin' ya! And don't say 'what recent pics?' !!! And the webcam please! Thank you very much, nice to have business with you, thank you for travelling with Singapore Airlines I'm totally babbling here but I can't stop it, help!
Sunday, 5 August 2007
So, so, so, what shall I fuss about this time? About how fat and old I'm getting? I think I've drained you enough on that one. Ah, yesterday I saw 'Shop Girl'. Okay, it's an old movie, Steve Martin and Claire Danes played in it, and it was great. It was..just very believable and natural, nothing dramatic, no exaggeratement, no unnecessary dialogues, everything just flows really beautifully. I found a newfound respect for Steve Martin now, I mean, the guy is definitely more than just a funny actor. I love 'Cheaper by the Dozen', don't get me wrong, although honestly I grimaced a bit upon seeing 'The Pink Panther', but the guy can act, and write, as it turns out! He wrote the movie himself, which was based on a novel written by none other than...himself. Okay, maybe I'm just biased, I admired him so much for being able to create, write, produce and act all at once, but there's just something really disturbing knowing that Jay Chou created, wrote, and acted in his own movie. It's just...wrong, man. I mean, not even one single cell in my body is interested in seeing his movie! But hey, that's just me. Don't start throwing rocks at my flat!
Ah! And I'm still in love with Vince Vaughn! I found myself watching his many interviews and perfomances in talkshows and movie premieres! And he's still on my wallpaper! Which is an achievement in itself, considering that I change my wallpaper frequently. (there's Kristin Kreuk, and Katie Holmes, and then Gilmore Girls, and Jensen Ackles, and Smallville, and Kiefer Sutherland..) I also saw the pilot episode of 'Lipstick Jungle' yesterday, it was good! And speaking of movies, I really wanna see 'Cashback' too in the cinema. The reviews I read so far were all good, and who could miss Sean Biggerstaff in all his glory? Definitely not me, for sure! Have a plan to see it tomorrow so am excited!
Focus, focus! Gosh, I get even lazier to continue the assignment. Hey, it has been really windy around here lately, hasn't it? I feel like a cat walking in series of tornado everytime I go out! (I don't know why I used the word 'cat'. Creepy.) The thing is, okay, it's good to have a bit of wind, eh, no, breeze! See the difference! Breeze is good, wind is not so good! Breeze is cool, wind is just messy! Breeze is soothing, wind on the other hand, is just messing your hair up! It's okay if it got messed up rather sexily! Y'know, like people say messy hair is so in today! But messy-like-you-just-got-out-of-from-a-jungle is a no-no. Messy like you've never heard of comb is not so glamorous either. See, by the end of my 10 minutes trip to the market, the wind has managed to make me look like a)a scary ghost, b)just a dirty un-bathed creature, and c)a lion. Well, it's just hair, so it's not as if it can go off from my skull, but still. It was raining everyday for a while there, and now it hasn't rained anymore but the wind is just crazy as a substitute!
Hey, there it goes! Another ramblings I managed to blast on. I'm so pathetic. *concentrating hard trying to concentrate hard on the assignment* Failed miserably. Maybe I should listen to some musics or read some books first..oh why don't I eat something first? After all, nobody can work on empty stomach, right?
Oh bugger. Focus! Focus! Cannot!!!!!!!
Saturday, 4 August 2007
I'm estatic. Just seeing your name makes me wanna sing. But I still have doubts. Especially after the whole E-french episode. I want it to be different. Otherwise, I would have wasted all this time for an empty expectation.
But. I wish you are right.
Cos you make me smile. It's adoring to tease and frustrate you. It's refreshing to hear you laugh. And you always make my day.
You called me 'miss over dramatic hollywood style' and at that moment, because you said it, I want to be miss over-dramatic-hollywood-style.
I get mushy and cheesy but I don't care cos you gave me a reason to.
Thursday, 2 August 2007
See, the thing about my low attention span doesn't only influence my inability to stay on job, write here daily, embrace my true potential as a storywriter, date the same guy for more than 4 months, but also in this case, go to class everyday.
Which is funny, cos I'm a student and going to class is what I should do. It's like, complaining about having to sing all the time when you're a singer. Or about constantly having to marry different men when you're Elizabeth Taylor. And about popping 'Coke' with slightly bad pronounciation when you're Lindsay Lohan. You know what I mean?
There's just so much thing one can do in this saturation point, really.
Is it just me or I looked so....wrong?! See, saturation! Short-attention span!
Okay, so we've managed to establish that I'm busy with school nowadays. But the good thing is I get to see my friends a lot often. Particularly babe and I have been hanging out a lot, just talking and bitching, basically. Which is therapheutical, I'm tellin' you. That girl is a trooper, with all the dramas she's in!
Yesterday Sis and I had japanese buffet at Kuisinboo in Suntec. Sushi, sashimi, soba, tempura, crabs, prawns, soup, chicken, beef, dory fish, rice, desserts, cakes, ice creams, drinks, name it, they have it all. So people said they just can't seem to try everything in there during the two hours meal. But let me just say this. Their stomach wouldn't be able to fit everything in anyway even if they have more than two hours.
I'm the queen of glutton and I was damn full, okay! It was ladies night so each person is roughly around 27 bucks if you're interested.
Instead of puttin' up new pics, I'm posting up another pic from the MOS party weeks ago. (I am really getting old, aren't I?)
Another irritating story I just remembered, was that I downloaded a picture editor program called Portrait Professional a few days ago. You know how the Photoshop episode ended, right, and so I was quite delighted seeing that it only took seconds to get the portrait program to my computer. And it apparently was a great program too cos you could do lots of tricks to modify a pic, not only for basic color and lightning as Picasa, but to the point which you can reduce wrinkles and lines, tan your skin, smallen your nose, widen and put color in your eyes, shape and plump your lips etc, etc. And so I was so excited trying to experiment the different functions and making my face full of ifs...what if I have bigger eyes, what if my nose is smaller, what if this is this, all sorts of bimbiotic unimportant but fun things. So I spent like thirty minutes doing so and by the time I was quite satisfied with the result,(that made me realize I already look good as it is, absolutely kidding ha!) I tried to save the image. Yes, innocently.
And then I JUST FOUND OUT THAT IN ORDER TO SAVE THE IMAGE YOU HAVE TO BUY THE PROGRAM FIRST!!!!!!
I FEEL SO CHEATED!! I WANT MY MONEY BACK! I mean, MY TIME BACK! I was ready to boost my newly twinkling eyes, luscious lips and magically perfect skin to a crush of mine in order to seduce him AND NOW THIS?!!!
I FEEL CHEATED! (..again!)
I should have known better that if something seems to be too good to be true, most probably it is! (I can't believe I got so worked up over a picture editor program?!!! I'm so free, ah!!)
End of this module is two days away! Hang in there, short-attention-span!!