DREAMS

2007-11-16T16:56:00.000+08:00

The Declaration of Truth
Here I lie weak in my limbs
And sober in my mind.

Indifferent to the cause
I indulge more than I incline.

I have said once and a many times
Let Folly promenade in vain
And let it be my crime.

Now lend me your ears
To matters of the most important kind.
These are the truths. These are what I call-
Mine.

Setting: In today’s context, the study room. In the Victorian era, the ‘drawing room’. Atmosphere: KT Tunstall’s ‘Hold on’ blasting on the stereo overpowering the prodigious sounds of drilling and slabs of concrete thrown on the floor from the external environment. SWEEET. Oh by the way, I am so going to get my hands on her ‘drastic fantastic’ album as soon as the terror of exams obliges to disappear.
Speaking of exams…
I have consciously and conscientiously led myself go astray. To even ponder on this is absolutely ludicrous. I am truly cognizant of the fact that I am once again indulging in one of my most infamous follies. With so potent a force one can hardly imagine what kind of weapon should be deployed. But all it needs is simply a vindication of such existence. With accordance to Sigmund Freud’s renowned psychoanalytic school of thought, I have formulated a logical explanation to my so-called deliberate display of follies (I say deliberate because it is consciously done even if my will does not permit such imprudent actions): Where repression becomes the cause, visible symptoms begin to take shape. Now that the cause is illuminated and justified, clearly the next step is the chastisement of one self.
Henceforth, whatever cause or action I shall undertake will be done so in a self-abnegating manner.
Perhaps I should stuff a dagger in my bosom. I so deserve it.
Why such follies promenade in vain?
Shall I laugh myself out of it?
‘For what do we live but to make sport for others and laugh at them in our turn?’
Two-thirds of my fate has already been written. I wrote it myself. Can’t be that it was pre-ordained by my ancestors.
Indeed, I am destined to be a vagabond.

Apparently I am not fortunate to see the colossal acropolis in Greece. I am now to prepare myself for sheer opulence and grandeur: the Hermitage. So I am not to be grieved at all. Since the latitude of that place is the same as the Arctic Circle, I must say I have to double or even triple my winter supplies.I love the cold. One thing that I can’t seem to comprehend is why the citizens of this so-called ‘emerald isle’ simply clamor for a soak in the sun. Truly absurd I say. We are living in a perpetual tropical climate. Perhaps I'm generalising. Perhaps only some. Whatever the case, it is still ridiculous.

Now permit me to drown myself in my incessant grief.

2007-09-24T13:58:00.000+08:00

The Age of Enlightenment

A note for prior notice, or shall I say, to forewarn you readers this: I delight in being cryptic and equivocal at times. So if your nerves dont permit such vexation, please discontinue to read. If someone were to enquire on my present disposition, I would gleefully add that I am in the best worst state ever possible. These past few days were somewhat like purgatory for my sinful procrastination hitherto pursued. A seemingly lackadaisical manner of comportment has carved a fool out of yours truly. I am now no better than a battered shoe- tired, worn-out, exhausted and ramfeezled. I now can hardly align myself with that 'progressive being'. It is indeed dreadful. Utterly dreadful. Look at how deplorable a state I am in. Don't get me wrong here though. It can be vouchsafed that these lines are free from seeking any form of pity or inducing any kind of sympathy. For after all (or perhaps applicable to me only), Discomfort is like the canvass on which the mighty Comfort takes its form. And that's the ultimate cause for my cathartic outpouring of emotions. Not too long ago, I played Achilles and guess what? Amusingly, my fate was the same as his. Except for the fact that there's a marginal difference: Paris' arrow shot through his heel and mine was through my ticker and by someone whom I can hardly imagine wielding a bow and an arrow. Strange indeed. Ticker gets emboldened with high spirits in one moment and deflated in merely a second. The sheer size of defeat is too overwhelming for a ticker so delicate. Or for any other ticker for that matter. The convict clearly has no sympathy for my nerves. Is Raphael to paint without his brushes?! How am I to be enlightened with the convict's response if the convict makes no response at all? Anyway, if you ask me, the enlightenment part is wholly questionable. I'm thinking more of the French Revolution you see. Perhaps the convict is determined to see my head go under the tumbril. Oh yes and not only the convict, but the attorneys of my prelim exams too would delight in envisioning such a fate for me.

On the contrary, I am looking forward to my stress-relief days which jumpstarts on the morrow!!! Will be heading to the one-of-the-only-few-places-worth-considering-to-recommend-to-external-beings-alike aka town with three of the most insane, catastrophical, boisterous and apparently at the same time gorgeous beings on earth: ANTONINE, SARANYA and LAY HWEE. Then again to think that I have to put up with miss sparrow's nonsense about her being horizontally challenged will be like adding on to my stress. And then nine will retaliate with one of her trademark lines adding, "If you're fat then what am I?". And there goes lays being the intermediary between the two. And there lies rat pondering over the aftermath of this 'im-so-fat' conflict. This is what happened a few hours ago when we had a conference call. Again, I seek no pity or sympathy.

haha. Oh and did I mention the ancient, colossal Acropolis awaits my presence for this coming winter? If not then now you hear it and I shall trumpet to the world of the confirmed departure soon. Till then, i most graciously entreat your pardon for reading so disturbing an account. Then again, i know you can't help it. haha the lure of the rat.

2007-08-09T21:02:00.000+08:00

THE TRIUMPH OF DEFEAT

I am absolutely aware of the fact that I have breached the order of my self-imposed exile from this virtual realm. I shall extend my arms to welcome the consequences that henceforth looms near. Hitherto, I have been complacent that my army of intelligentsia (commonly and fondly referred to as THE IMPERIAL GUARDS) will continue to reside in my territory. Weakened by the obsession for power and tormented with the possession of fear, I look upon my dogged practices in immense agony. And now as a burnt child, I have made a declaration to deploy stronger ammunitions. The time that has wistfully fled is now the past and hence it is utterly absurd to mourn over spilt milk. 32 DAYS TO PRELUDE AND 82 DAYS TO FINALE. The process is daunting but could be enlightening too. These significant days will soon be history or if not a legend in making. And hence on this note, THE IMPERIAL GUARDS shall march to war.

Only this and nothing more.

2007-05-30T23:23:00.000+08:00

10 hours to CANADA. Blimey! When was the last time i blogged? A month ago?! (Wad hv ya been doin rat? lazing around and watchin stupid tv sitcoms dat make u go "whattttt yyyaaaa ddddddooooiin?") haha i wished i had. That way i would not have been feeling so dull and dreary as i do now. In fact little miss rat here esconced herself in an armchair with piles of books closely encircling her for about half a month. yes u got me there- half a month. a little flashback would help shed some light on this. In the throes of mid-term exams By way of experience i hereby list the blatant signs of exam stress: 1) The tintinnabulation of thoughts 2) The ticker's spasmodic palpitations 3) The fluttering butterflies in the 'garden of villi' 4) The astronomical plunge in body temperature 5) The faint fingers- rickety with trepidation and 6) The erratic soul seeking refuge in Hades' realm told seb that we reap the thorny fruits that we are to savour later. and he 'humbly' replied that he dont think his fruits might be edible- and they might actually be poison to his tchers and parents. I felt like punching his face inside out cos in da end he did quite well for gp n lit. my results? the fruits to me, were not luscious enough to savour. so u might have guessed how i had done. After exams 24th May Aft lit paper, nine, sparrow, ling, ush and me headed off to lido to catch Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End. To tell the truth, i didnt really like it. complicated plot, hanging denouement and the completely- turned psychopath Jack Sparrow really did put me off. 27th May Vivo-ed with daddy ling and giraffe : ) oh god i shall not forget this day. haha damn funny manz. wanted to go out with ling as many times as i can before i leave for canada n before she leaves for aussie... for 3 years!!! oh no im soo gona misssssss herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. ARGH. rite so this day... at first giraffe and me wanted to watch blades of glory BUT there were no seats left. so we resorted to seeing a VERY EXCITING movie. this is wad we all did... the three smarty pants... without looking at ANY poster or advertisement or trailer we chose 'born into brothels'. so we sat down at da back row harbouring thoughts of watching a mind-blowing movie. guess wad? It turned out to be a bloody documentary in the red light districts of Calcutta. So much for the excitement. 29th May Results unveiled on Tearsday. sorry tuesday. Town-ed with nine and ling. Bought Ling a hot red bag from project shop. home-d with ling. i cried. she cried. we both cried. I'll really miss her "never-the-mind(s)", her adoration of farm animals and esp the times when we had nachos tgther. 30th May which is today. Vivo-ed with ling and nine again. stupid sparrow cldnt make it. ate lunch and walked arnd before i had to rush home to pack my bags for tmr. cant wait to leave this 'green and sunny' island for vancouver. sharks i still have alot to pack and here i am blogging. alritey then this long decent entry would make up for my absence in this virtual realm for these fast approaching days. Before i leave i'll make an outright proclamation that... I LIKE OKALAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-04-30T21:31:00.000+08:00

The Dawn Of Sleepless Nights Approaches

Today is officially marked as The Beginning of the End in the calender of yours truly. It shall spearhead all efforts taken to build my army of intelligentsia- all within the frame of my mind. Every second is a gem so none shall go to waste but thrown into meticulous efforts to regain absolute control of the cerebrum.

2007-04-22T14:30:00.000+08:00

"The Mighty Conjuration
Matisse embodied the essence of nature with only one angular-sized palette clothed in myriads of colours. Beguiled by nature and uplifted with passion, an unperceivable vision clouds his senses, almost as if floating in from an unfathomable realm. Entranced by this vision, Matisse puts his tools to work. We can but only gape in awe- orchestrating nature with his senses and luring their essence to his canvas. It is as if he plays the magus, casting spells on Andromeda and Quesnelia and their fellow Flora and Fauna, teleporting them to his realm. Oh what divine prowess! And much more that towers! He is indeed at the zenith of his artistic ingenuity. Every brush upon every paint and every paint on every brush speaks of his passion in inconceivable volumes. Art is indeed a creation very much that of his doings in nature- 'Blesseth he who maketh thee'. "

You might have thrown yourself into speculation on why I have taken the effort to type this out, or even write it for that matter. Well sheer boredom is not to be given way for an answer when I have piles of ev odevi waiting for itself to pounce on me. It is more like an appreciation and admiration for extreme ingenuity. Sometimes, or actually all the time, inspiration derived from the sensational and intriguing imagination should be given credit to its utmost volumes. Less likely that it should be detrimental to the individual thats why I am quite dubious about the periodical influence in terms of the frequency in paying homage to a Divine Artist. Just as Austen most humbly sought for quiet publicity, this is as much as it is. You can put it in two ways: either I am outrightly but silently publicizing the 'I' factor and the other counterpart in question OR I am simply an affected soul giving credence to a renowned Artist. My quietened self would rather prefer the latter as an answer, and my alter ego having the other as one.

Actually it was someone who came to me and asked me to paraphrase a sentence regarding Matisse- how he used cerulean, raven, chrome, emerald and vermillion colours to paint the lush scenery that surrounds him- somewhat like that. And then from a distant realm, Matisse's paintings came as an outburst into my failing memory. I was coerced to do some research on him quite a few years ago for what I cant rmbr but i do rmbr one thing: that I was very much moved by his expressionist and realist paintings. My cause to which I conjured this short passage of appreciation to Matisse's works is not to brag about his paintings per se but mostly to point out that both art and nature coexists and only artists like Matisse have come to embody and emulate their very essence to his paintings.

I have come to know that a couple of Lourve's Grecian and Hellenistic art galleria are to set foot in S'pore I dont know when but to be leased for display in the National Museum. How amusing. Being a die-hard fanatic for Greco-roman sculptures myself I have not found myself to be rather excited. Why u might ask. To boundless mournings I can take you to with just this query. Recently, an Italian senator chained himself to a column near the gates of the Uffizi museum to protest the loan of Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Annunciation” for a show at Japan’s National Museum in Tokyo. But to no avail, his loud protest fell on deaf ears.

Heavens forbid! These are masterpieces sculpted and painted by the very divine artists that are so very well praised and admired of across the globe. How appalling that it should be purchased for bucks and displayed hundreds of thousand of kilometers away from its homeland. I shall rest my case. For if chaining oneself to a museum is not gonna work what are mere words going to do?

2007-04-02T18:48:00.000+08:00

Miss Pernickety, the Perfecto

I should say it was quite an enchanting weekend. As sweet as it was though, I still had to take a tinge of salt. For as usual, (yeah you can chant along with me)... blame my lackadaisical manner of comportment. Well I'll tell you first the cause of the enchantment.

Apparently I made a long-lasting acquaintance with a book; a book that I so very long yearned for. It involves the works of the great Christopher Marlowe. Perhaps it is his very greatness that is the cause for the charm. It is not that it is difficult to get hold of the book but the fact and the real feat is to find a book that is of the very best publisher (for the abridged versions are susceptible to the author's preference in terms of subjectivity); that its edges are not gnawed away; that there are no scratches, ink spills, marks whatsoever, but one that should have the appearance of a freshly printed and bound tome.

You may wish to call this a perfectionist syndrome but i rather prefer it to be known as a blessing under the guise of the parchments. For these are the very tomes that are being written in my brain, imprinted on my heart and embedded in my soul. As nostalgic as it may sound, I won't resist in admitting that I'll take all of these tomes to my tomb.

How my soul shudders at the very thought of having so vast a knowledge of this very world. Some presume that I always look at things from a strange perspective. These people got the perspective part right, but strange? I don't think so. You see, I see the real from the unreal; the truth from the false and the beauty from the grotesque. This is how I comprehend the the myth and the logic. You know, I'd love to think that all things coexist. But with these SOME in the midst....who in fact yearn to look at the grand masterpieces of my literary works, stage a ywan instead of a fawn which apparently is eating away their very insides..

"It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on"

Truly, Shakespeare could never be more right. Eat your hearts out dear monsters!

Great! I've totally deviated from my cause. So where was I? Oh right so I was bellowing for Marlowe's tome to be in my possesion. I got it. From Kino. I chanced upon it as I was foraging for a literary gospel. It is truly like Manna from heaven. Whats more is that I found my literary gospel the next day at another place. Then again, exams are drawing near, very near to be precise. Cheese and whiskers! How in the world am I gonna read all of them? You see, this is what happens when I fail to pause and make peace with my aimlessly wandering thoughts. Think rat think.

Sebastian was 'kind' enough to give me & saranya sparrow ricardo 2 tickets to the S'pore Fashion Festival. I cant help but laugh when he actually wanted to use a fake German accent into luring the tourism board to give him tickets under the pretext of a foreigner. Apparently it was the last day of the SFF so you can practically envision the place teeming with hordes of people. Lucky us, (maybe its my charm Ms sparrow)... haha.. Natasha & crew were there, and plus among the first. So how very fortunate of us to pounce into the queue.

Once i get hold of the pics, I'll upload them.

Oh great time's running out. Before I plunge into the vast oceans of Milton's paradise, I have to say Kipling monkey is hawt! haha only sparrow ricardo will know what im talkin about. Till then, adios amigos!

2007-03-15T21:33:00.000+08:00

DO NOT FRATERNIZE WITH THE ENEMY!

Quite strangely, or you may perhaps call it normal,

i experienced a certain mysterious rage. Yes rage as in intense

feeling derived from enthusiasm rather than the absolute lividness.

had a surden surge or shall i say energy to conjure a literary work of

art. and yes shall i say voila! and two words: The Parisian Pot.

But there's one regret and that being a huge one. Now i feel

i should have channelled that very energy for a more constructive purpose

meaning filling the empty parchments with my desirable g-tec pilot black

pen. dear comrades, it's me at fault. I've been fraternizing with the enemy-

to my very least expectations, i've succumbed to my temptations.

and there's nothin i can do about it now save to laugh

at my vanity n mere foolishness. Even so, whenever i even try to

start writing, my efforts seem to be quite lackadaisical. it seems

as if my thoughts almost instantly switches off to another mode.

oh yes what tragedy. only wish i had a remote that can switch it back

whenever i want it to. Then again, if our brains operated like tv sets, we

would all be 'einsteins' right now. maybe not ALL cos some

will still be dim-witted like me. haha imagine doing a gp essay...switch it to BBC

mode mans!

Today, is a very significant day in the history of mankind.

Today is the day when Gauis Julius Ceasar was assassinated

in the name of vicious tyranny- march 15, 44 BC.

By the way, he's one of my favourite "rex" that ever ruled the

Roman Empire.

2007-03-04T18:56:00.000+08:00

JUST KEEP WISHING

great. dis comin week is my major major music exam week. wed is practical and sat is theory. darn i haven even finished memorizing all the terms yet and here i am. its like suddenly you're brought to the edge of a 200metres tall cliff and asked to bungee jump. oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooo! and a mere pass is not enough i must get a distinction. is it too much to ask for?

yesterday's fall out boy concert was.... OUTRAGEOUS. initially me n bobby were in da first row. i survived but he got pushed back. way back mans haha. n da two little girls beside me were screaming their lungs out. if im not wrong, i conceive it to be the pitch of A in the second octave of c major. haha sooo loud and so high a frequency can. mi gosh. i thought i was crazy.

oh no. i've got trunkloads of ev odevi. i wish there were such things as genies then i can rub the oil lamp and make a wish and my first wish will be to have 5 other wishes. haha hows that for being over the edge? omyy goodness see im so stressed- so stressed that my only outlet is to indulge in the fantastical realm. i wish i have more timeeeeee. i wish i am back in london i wish THAT very wish comes true. i can but only wish right now... only WISH...

2007-03-03T10:24:00.001+08:00

tarantelle

2007-03-02T21:36:00.000+08:00

"I shall befriend the dark side of me..."

A bloody B and not an atrocious A.

How can this happen? What in the world

brought about this calamity?

Maybe the planets are not quite aligned this year.

Or its just destiny...

Perhaps it was already preordained by my ancestors-

whoever enters the mortal world

at the struck of 12 in the devil's hour

on the 28th of the 10th month of the

year 1989 will have to suffer

the worst ordeal ever to be

written in the history of mankind.

My torment can just go happily eat

away my already gnawed insides.

Sometimes you just know that you've

gone that extra extra mile with great

perserverance, strength and energy to fetch

that goal of yours and all you get in return is a

bone thrown at you. a B? a B? How's that for a

final chance? It feels like im slapped hard in the face.

Thats how it feels if you ask me. Especially when you've

been gettin an A all the time and suddenly a B

props up from nowhere. nowhere i tell u. NOWHERE!!!

O what foul treachery! i've been deceiving myself all along...

Lets just hope my stars are quite aligned for the days to come.

2007-02-19T13:25:00.000+08:00

Fade Into Oblivion

so wrapped up in their gormless little lives

that they fail to see who they really are.

im referring to those impertinent, imprudent

n insolent ones. all they care is about themselves

and none about the world. i wont say anything.

i wont speak. neither will i mum or utter a single word.

Allow me to sit here and laugh at human folly as

i watch them parade and exhibit their conspicuous

foolishness. it is completely inane if i seem to brood

over this time after time. i dont care since i dont have

a say in this. Let bygones be bygones.

im not gonna let the past interfere with the present.

Lucky for me, bobby offered to lend the very 1st and the 3rd

album of fall out boy.

well i have been listening to the 2 cds since.

guess he figured dat i am in dire need of it

as i have no clue about fall out boy.

i told him im gonna be the only quiescent soul there.

cheeeese. im not really into mainstream emo-rock.

but da 2 albums are actually not too bad. so i guess

im actually looking forward to it... abit. on a scale of 10, lets

say hmm maybe 3? hahha 3rd march, max pavillion- here i come!

great. Austen is waiting for me to comment on her.

i shall not keep her waiting...

2007-02-02T20:34:00.000+08:00

Tempers flare!

whatever i would give to extricate myself from this entangled web.

how i wish we could be at ease again.

i didnt know that you would take it so seriously.

But one thing is for sure. im not gonna be the one who's gonna apologise.

If you're in the game of muteness, i'll just play along.

if you thought my patience was tested there only, i plead

you to think again.

1) if im slighted by the very sight of you,

2) if i dislike talking to you,

3) if you have seen me rolling my eyes at you,

(which was kinda very obvious)

THAT means i do not acknowledge your existence at all.

you know, any soul, in the RIGHT state of mind, would comprehend

this fact. oh i forgot! you dont even have a soul. you're just a lump of mass

that roams about this earth ogling at anything and everything thats too sky high

for your status. what a burden to mother earth!

and then, you still got the cheeks to talk to me.

your effrontery manner of comportment leaves me in utter disgust.

wait a minute, why in the world am i dedicating two quarters of an entry for you?

you, who is not even a penny worth. oh boy oh boy i have three BEAUTIFUL words for u.

you can write this down on a piece of paper, frame it and then you can hang it around your

neck. if anything is gonna attract my attention, thats gonna be it! dear

comrades, this, if at all, is a significant moment in the history of mankind.

i declare this creature to be knighted in the name of barbarism. From today onwards, february the 2nd, you shall henceforth be called and come to be called, FIGLIO DI PUNTANA.

OH MY. look what posttraumatic stress disorder has did to me?

2007-01-07T20:00:00.000+08:00

All Aboard!

skul's officially startin tmr.

and this year is gonna be, well let me put

it this way, a period of watershed. so its gonna

be full steam ahead for me. n by golly! hope

i dont slavishly subscribe to my frivolous temptations

lyk i did last year.

oh n yes i promised a coverage of my hols didnt i?

shanghai. well its all you ever can tink of. not as exotic

as turkey or egypt but it is suffice to say dat its a

shopper's paradise. all i did there was shop. eat. shop

eat. and shop again. well, boo-hoos to da oh-so-cold

weather n oh yeah to da shoppingg!

2006-12-21T20:15:00.000+08:00

In The Arms Of Morpheus

Let me see why i have to freak out

1) im leavin tmr n i haven packed my bags yet,

not to mention that i didnt even start yet

2) i need more time. De plus fois plaisez.

3) skul's startin soon n parchments remain empty

4) haven actually thought of a title for the lit thesis.

argh. viv's gonna kill me.

5) ZITS

6) i have been plagued by insomnia

7) im devoid of the chocolate euphoria-

circumstances hv compelled me to restrain

from one of the world's greatest plaesures:

pas plus bonbon au chocolat!!!!!!!!!!

its funny. funny how im staring blankly

at my comp screen refusing to get my

myself up another floor to pack my bags

for tmr.here i am though...

rite updates on dis week. nothin much.

but yesterday was the highlight.

met bobby n antonine at ps. haha i was

LATE. as usual. OOPS. but saranya n kert

were like later then me so its okae haha.

GREAT. is it me or is it everyone fussing over my zits.

n antonine dont u dare start with me!

argh. where was i? rite. yap lunch-ed at cartel.

den shopped arnd for chocolates, candies n cakes

for dr yong n made our way to her place.

omy dr yong is on cast and crutches. poor her.

all bcos of max she tumbled down the stairs n

fractured her leg.

MAX. yeah wonderin hu max is? max. max

where should i even start? he's a big-time

attention seeker not to mention EXTREMELY

SCANDALOUS. he delights in licking pple's

legs. and mind you, only attacks the females.

hahaha okae max is a bulldog. a puppy.

n he licked my legs. haha i was totally laughin

n screamin at the same time.

SO TICKLISH... hahaha

so we talked..gossiped and laughed. haha

esp abt chris columbus n polo. oh my

those two are really takin it off to another

level. and i want to say EEEEEEEEWWW!

hahaaha.

alrite, thats all for now folks. a decent long

entry to make up for nxt week. since i wont

be here nxt week, ill like to wish everyone

A HAPPY MERRY XMAS!

2006-12-04T22:14:00.000+08:00

SHOW ME THA MONEY- STEP UP

Man this number is uber hot! keeps ringing in my ears.

over and over again like a broken record.

Blimey! The last time i blogged was what- sept? Too

long have i isolated my thoughts from this blog and

its time i unleash them. Alrite. haha. let me tell you

what kept me away: exams. Or.. well.. you know...

actually... RATHIKA WAS LAZY! i mean i dont even

have to decipher it. Its a renowned fact! haha

A few months ago, well actually, one month ago, i

perceived that my dec hols are gonna be dull and

dreary with the usual shopping & stuff that ive been

deprived of during the exams and what with the piles

of homework thrown at me & the thought of staying

in this GREEN CITY for the hols adds on to that

stifling effect! i am so yearning for that cold rush of

wind on my cheeks. yes. that cold weather. I love

the cold. ok i shall not even start. I was on the verge

of tearing then... then when i knew that i was not

going to experience winter this month though i knew

i wld be goin Canada nxt year. but thats in june folks.

and i cant wait that long! haha. BUUUUUUUUT. yes.

There's a but. Little did i know then that i'll be stepping

out of spore and diving into the cold horizons of the

east during my dec hols...for some days. Little did i

know. Little. yeap. Beyond the eastern seaboard,

over the himalayas, where the realm of orient lies;

the epitome of splendour & the treacherous winding

walls that shook the sight of man- well treacherous in

a good way- meaning im like awed by it. haha. alrite

i shall juz cut the crap & get to it. Wait... i shall just

keep the name of my destination to be shrouded in

mystery. after all... I.. yes...I delight in encapsulating

my thoughts in secrecy. it is more captivating u see!

though my blabber mouth urged me to tell some...

its okay... i still love being MYSTERIOUS! haha. i

shall give a scrupulous account of it wen i get back : ))

Oh & this reminds me of smthin... smthin that i have

to blurt out. Antonine, Bobby and Saranya: I noe i hv

never provided a logical explanation to the charm of

the vroom of which i was attracted too. Perhaps i have

dropped some hints. but i have yet to unveil the true

nature of the cause. well the truth is, i was falsely lured

in to this creature's charm by supposedly, an aura of

mystery that seems to pervade it when its alone but

soon dissipates wen it walks with its herd. By and by,

i came to have known that as looks can be deceptive,

so is the aura of that creature's nature. There are those

who still linger among us that delight in putting up a

false front. CHARM or not charm, the creature has

moved on to its nxt prey i guess. PLUS.. the sight of

that creature does not light up fireworks in the colossal

abyss of my ticker anymore! haha.

What more else evidence you guys want? i even threw

away da book i chanced upon that i intended to feed the

creature with... IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES PLS. haha.

oh anywae... Thanks for the bdae gift you guys. im like

so flattered that u guys imprinted my famous sayings.

HAHA. the mirror is gonna be my best fren nw, well it

has always been rite? *grins* And u pple wanted to

throw me into da sea?!!!!! haha DREAM ON PLS. for the

record, i have not fallen prey to ur pranks bfore... i tink!

i mean what were y'all thinkin? has this thought ever

crossed ur minds? : THAT I TOO CAN PLAY PRANKS?

& GOOD ONES MIND YOU! im not that gullible okay!!

GOSH. anywae, casino royale was surprisingly good

- not that kind of the typical Bond flick. alot of twists

dat kept me at the edge of the seat all the time. whats

more humorous is that what i thought to be the

ending of the movie turned out to be the mid part of it.

So many complications but it was nice though! and i

found out that antonine doesnt laugh, she sniggers.

haha... ahem LITTLE FINGER. sssshhhhhh. plus our

chain reaction of laughter was like the cherry on top

of a cake! haha it was so fun.

n ladies n gentlemen! i always keep the best for the last.

n here it goes... my most important announcement:

i got a hair cut! haha and its ultra... hmmm haha ok

i shall not say hw it looks. see it n u'll now! GREAT.

thats all i hv for nw. i shall try to make an effort to

update more often yeah? sorry MISTRESS SPARROW!

Haha. now i hv to sent an email to viv regardin my s

paper. i actually had the strong urge to add the word

bloody somewhere in the ermm... ahem. As we all know,

that thing has got its prying eys on us.. every minute,

every second, 24/7, under tight scrutiny... IMAGINE

THAT. hahas. Adios Amigos!

2006-09-30T21:23:00.000+08:00

La Dolce Vita

yeah. life is sweet when you can be drowned in your desires

but then, they eventually suck the life out of you.

oh dear! i've succumb to my temptations.

ive been a shopzilla recently.

n with my promos around the corner,

ive yet to fret. plus the fact that a pile of

empty parchments are waiting for me to write on.

argh homework!!

but all my desires to carve a hole out of my

wallet had vaporised almost swiftly as

these few days have been a period of convalescence.

Oh spite! with what spell didst thou cast on me?

oh yes n dear me i've been ill.

what you may ask. its that flu bug.

well its not JUST another flu. its a dreaded lurgy!

just the mere thought of getting hurled up in my bed

from dawn till twilight gets me out of ease.

oh but Bethany Joy Lenz just cheered me up...

i so love this song.

Halo

I never promised you a ray of light
I never promised there’d be sunshine every day
I’ll give you everything I have
The good the bad
Why do you put me on a pedestal?
I’m so up high that I can’t see the ground below
So help me down you’ve got it wrong
I don’t belong there
Chorus:
One thing is clear
I wear a halo
I wear a halo when you look at me
But standing from here
You wouldn’t say so
You wouldn’t say so if you were me
And I, I just want to love you
Oh oh I, I just want to love you
I always said that I would make mistakes
I’m only human and that’s my saving grace
I’ll fall as hard as I try
So don’t be blinded
See me as I really am
I have flaws and sometimes I even sin
So pull me from that pedestal
I don’t belong there
[Chorus]
Like to think that you know me
But in your eyes
I am something above me
That's only in your mind
Only in your mind
I wear a, I wear a, I wear a Halo
[Chorus]
(I just wanna love you)
Heya Hey Hey Hey…Hey Hey Halo
Heya Hey Hey Hey…Hey Hey Halo
Heya Hey Hey Hey…Hey Hey Halo
Heya Hey Hey Hey…Hey Hey Halo

2006-09-11T21:46:00.000+08:00

JOKE OF THE CENTURY:

SHALEEN says she's fat. hahaha. so i told her to go and tell it to the ELEPHANTS... THEY'LL SO DIE OF HUNGER!!!

2006-09-05T12:54:00.000+08:00

jade...here is your long awaited pics. : ))

jade is shy...

she's looking for someone...
introducing... the retro QUEEN!!!
bestiesss foreva :))))
jadee's yucky vegetable juice!

STARE WHAT STARE?!! LOOK WHAT LOOK?!!
I would be a three-headed doofus if i dont report my so-called marvellous weekend. firstly, i have to spit this out before i choke to death: Am i a three-foot vanilla coated belgium chocolate for your eyes to feast upon? Gosh. i just hate it when they stare. I know. I know. Im a whimping willow. As much as i despise it, i guess i just have to bite my lip and look down at my shoes whenever they stare. At first i was quite immune to this, but.. after that incident at BPP...hmmm... boiling point... Anyway a big thank you to bobby, antonine n jess for 'savin me'!!

Now that that's off my chest, here goes the highlight of last week: my dear mitch came back from england so me, sylvia n uma met up with her to have a day out together after a REALLY LONG LONG time. n i so love uma's hair! haha so funkaye!! oh and i met my darling LC. i really miss her and her OH MAMA-ness.. haha. saw valerie too. I asked her about band and she gave me the oh-not-so-good look. The same look i got from alyssa when i asked her about stc band. gosh.. should i be worried or not worried? the biggest heartache that pierced straight into my heart like a dagger was when someone told me that it was my fault..its okae i guess. i have washed my hands clean off this mess ...

oh anyway..devil wears prada was okay. another typical flick. but i must say anne hathaway's clothes were extravagantly chic.

a note to self: dont watch horror movies until you chuck those porcelain dolls into your cupboard!

anywae, a big THANK YOU to all those who came for the midsummer nights dream play. thank you again + no more acting for a long, long time!

Random thoughts:
that armani denim skirt= SO FETCH!
so i should just stop being such a pernickety and just get that skirt!!!

a pair of dark shades+ leather jacket+ a supped-up motorcycle
= FATAL ATTRACTION

2006-08-08T16:24:00.000+08:00

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the

mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will

pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not

yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only

through the weakness of his feeble will.

JOSEPH GLANVILL

this excerpt appeared in poe's ligeia.

have you ever speculated about life

after death and spiritual manifestations?

well i do, in fact, most of the times.

is life just marked by our physical

presence on earth or do you believe

in life after death?

but i do believe in one:

THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

dont ask me why im being such an

affected-little-spiritual-girl today. haha.

i guess im just so in love with poe and his

writings.

ok. so lets see wad happened last weekend.

yeap on fri...

I SAVOURED THE TASTE OF VICTORY.

we came in 1st place for netball. haha.

but it was a rough match though.

got knocked down by SOMEONE.

i am like SOO FRAGILE and can u imagine if

someone just throws herself at me?!

now my whole body is like achin.

THANK YEWW.

on sat. yeap. highlight of the weekend.

met jess n michelle bfore going to antonine's

b'dae party at aloha changi. wow.

it like took us 2hrs before we cld even find da

place. haha. oh yeah n one more thing...

antonine n bobby: U WONT WANNA

SEE ME GET DRUNK.

2006-07-30T14:13:00.000+08:00

MAKSIM.

yes. its him. he who has lordship over the

contemporary classical world. did i mention

he is simply AMAZING? i just love it wen he

lift up his fingers and shapes them like the feet

of vultures when they touch-down.

music is my only solace right now. for one,

dr yong is leaving, or rather has left. secondly,

the prospect of getting As for everythin seems

quite daunting considering the fact that I MUST

MUST CONCENTRATE, FOCUS and NOTT

DIVERT MY ATTENTION ANYWHERE.

of which im quite prone to do so. argh. SOS.

I WILL HOLD ON TO MY SOUL

THAT HAS BEEN BOUND BY THESE CHAINS

FOR EVERY PULL I DRAG AND

EVERY DRAG I PULL,

THE GATES OF ETERNAL FREEDOM UNLOCKS...

-future poet, ME= Rat! ahaha.

on a lighter note, our hist class might be goin new york

this winter. yes you heard me. new york, with the rolling 'r'

in it. ahahas times square, here i come.

why do people have to be complicated? well if you like

someone, why dont you just go up to the person

and blurt it all out. oh yes i forgot, thats not easy.

cause den comes da part where da person says the absolute

'no'. sorry mate i so understand how ur feeling right now.

but u noe... u can always give it a try, rite?

replies to taggies:

dee: omy god dee?!! wad a question is that? I LIKE

MISS U SO MUCH CAN!

mich: MICH!!!!! GOD, HOW I MISS YOU SO MUCH?!

argh... i wanna see u!!! hows england?

ruth: my 'DARLING'. ahaha wads up? i miss u!

teo dear: DEAR DEAR DEAR. WHERE ART THOU?

bobby: u n antonine have to pay for stealing my MR SNUFFLES.

HMPF.

I juz realized dat all my replies are about MISSSING PEOPLE.

i miss EVERYONE, especially wen i was back in stc...

2006-06-20T14:53:00.000+08:00

back from London. that 12hr flight from heathrow to s'pore in SIA was a real killer. couldn't really take a nap. I say NAP bcos the act of sleeping is marked by the presence of a huge bed + lots n lots of pillows! well... the other reason was that i cldnt take my eyes of my tv screen. was watchin alot of movies. oh oh oh... i so lovee IL DIVO. They have lyk super powerful angelic voices that can uplift the soul within me!
AND... i have 1 new pimple, 2 small red blobs on one side of my cheek (they are actually insect bites according to my mum) and i have blisters on my lips- this was bcos of the return flight. It was so cold and my efforts of applying moisturizer on my lips remained in vain for it insisted on being dry and lifeless. Yes.i was in a PITIFUL, PATHETIC and LAMENTABLE state. Unsurprisingly, it wld be entirely absurd to say that i didnt enjoy my hols. cos i did. I HAD A BLAST!
i shall just sum up abt my trip. we, as in my family n i stayed at da sheraton in Heathrow. visited places like the Westminster abbey, tower of London, Buckingham Palace (didnt get to see the queen- nvrmind for i wld be staying in london), National Gallery, British Musuem and the V & A.
i must say the national gallery was a real treat for me. The paintings there were like so beautiful, especially the virgin on the rocks. n i just loveed the whole place cos it was soo influenced by the renaissance architecture.
SHOPPING. Yes. i had a major MAJOR shopping feast! especially at cambridge and piccadily circus in london. bought LOTS OF STUFF. haha wad can i say..itsa shopping paradise.:)))) but no matter what you touch, its almost 3 times the price here. But i cant help spending my money.. haha my eyes just twinkle with delight wenever i see smthin that i really wanttt!
OH YES. Cambridge is such a nice place. da cambridge uni has an amazing ancient outlook. that i sooo liked :)) i like the way the university chooses to remain traditional. Oooh i also learnt that the founders of cambridge uni actually studied in the oxford uni. how contradicting can these two loggerheads be?! haha.
replies to taggies:

shaleen: yes idiot! i miss u too! i soo miss TORTURING you. so hurry FLY here!!
lela: i noe. u SOO cant survive without me! haha take care alrites!