Sunday, February 28, 2010
Bruce Springsteen- Fire
whooooootssss hotttttttt!!!!!! McSteamyyyyy!!
she's not here @
10:47 PM
Saturday, February 27, 2010
She & him- Black Hole
"oh my gosh, that was such good clapping you guys.. you guys are our rhythm section."
ha ha ha, <3 zooey. her voice is fabulous, as is M.Ward's guitaring!
"My eyes are, so bleary
i guess i'm young but i feel so weary.
i try to express it but i think it's all a bore.."
she's not here @
6:30 PM
last wednesday night with mic was amazing, we went to my favourite place which is the kinokuniya bookstore in taka. i can't stop the spread of my lips into smile whenever i see towering, towering shelves-wooden shelves-of books, the vertical strips of fashionable book binds calling out for me through my mind, craving for attention, some catching my eye. if i sound like a geek then that's exactly what i am.
on the 'Special Collections' shelf i saw a newly released collectors set of Murakami's books, and i pointed excitedly to mic, 'look, they sell murakami's books in a set now!' i've borrowed and read most of his books from the library but i'd really like to buy them, because i like having these good books on my own shelf.
Haji lane is definitely The place to hangout at nighttime. even foreigners know that; there was a bunch of westerners chatting merrily at the table behind us as we ate dinner at blue jaz. we were trying to guess their nationality from their accent. i identified english, initially, but it sounded at some point american, australian, californian........ it was mind-boggling, till mic proposed that perhaps the bunch consisted of people from different places. ha ha ha, who could argue against that.
the eclectic furnishing and artistic ornaments at blue jaz, and the laid-back atmosphere of Haji lane reminds me of the life i wish to lead and also a book i am currently reading, that is 'On the road' by Jack Kerouac.
the mad bums who pioneered the 'beat' generation, philosophers in their own rights, hurling themselves headfirst into anything that Life throws at them.
which reminds me of my friends :)
"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after the people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."
Oh and Happy Birthday Jonathan :)
she's not here @
5:04 PM
Thursday, February 25, 2010
i'm feeling a little under the weather and underappreciated, by the people who matter so much so much. it should seem odd that i would receive that needed comfort from the least expected people, people whom i almost never utter a single word to in a day. Amirah and Afiqah, who lifted my spirits by calling out 'Cheryl!' so readily, as if they were at least glad to see me.
Sheena Yi Jun Wei Ren, you guys i never lost faith in:) also Tiong Ho Jung Tze Kok Nam whom together made my day. GP turned out to be a blast anyway although we earned ourselves some hardcore pissed off faces for laughing so maniacally.
today i walked away and that was that. you didnt even notice because you were too damn busy entertaining your friends... heartfelt chats with yj during chem practicals and lectures affirmed that i am right. i'm thinking of things i'm afraid to think because i shouldn't, i'm feeling some things that make me feel like i'm terrible. that word sums it up; everything is just too terrible. but i. am. right. "so what if you're right..?"
today i walked away from your sight. tomorrow i walk away from your mind.
it pains me and that is why i am here typing this, my fingers like frantic spiders on the keyboard. when i am in pain all i want to do is write. is there something about you that i still don't understand? it's the age old question of Prozac Nation: "when you look at me do you see me? if i suddenly disappear would you realise..?"
she's not here @
5:32 PM
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LING YU!!!
sorry this is a day late, because i was so very sick- near fainting-point- yesterday!
our friendship dates back a long 6 years now, and it has been the most tempestuous and exhausting journey, at least in secondary school.
also one that i am most proud of :) because we, we got through it all and survived;
we are entirely confident that nothing more can come between our friendship; we are friends for life.
we met in primary 5, and i will always remember the first day of school when we boarded the same bus going to cedar girls' and i waved to you but you completely didn't recognise me. YOU EVEN TURNED TO HANIS AND ASKED HER IF SHE KNEW ME OF COURSE SHE DIDN'T AND SAID 'NO' but being the ever polite senior that she is, she waved back.
we took to each other quickly though, because you were mad and in my heart i was also mad. we went on our mad frenzied rampages and boy, we were on a roll! we skipped around school with locked arms and soon got rumors flying about us being lesbians. we "gladly" confirmed it for our own comic humour; we didn't care, didn't give a hoot.
there is so much history in that span of 6 years, and true to history, it was absolutely dramatic. in mid- secondary 1 to secondary 2 i hated you and absolutely couldn't stand you, in mid- secondary 3 to secondary 4 the situation was reversed. thank goodness every time we managed to grapple our way into the light. into each others' light. our innumerable heart-to-heart talks outside 7-11 at playgrounds and void decks, how we always patiently try to understand each others' minds... we never lost the true meaning of being true friends, and we never allow each other to stray too far from the path of goodness.
<3 u darling
she's not here @
11:08 PM
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"In the deepest of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write
And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?"
these are the words tattooed on the inner left arm of Lady Gaga.
i love that she loves Rainer Maria Rilke!
she's not here @
1:11 AM
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
here are some pictures of the fudgey brownies that ly and i baked on 12th feb!
it was a mad rush because (as always) we decided to go ahead with our impromptu decisions, and had to bake these before reunion dinner that same evening...
we somehow did it, and it was fun baking from scratch without any help from betty crockers!
she's not here @
9:35 PM
Monday, February 08, 2010
i just came home from walking jacky in the sparking night..
my, there's something horrendously wrong with arsenal. does anyone understand?
chinese new year is coming, and i have the urge to try baking bread.
cookies and cakes are really much less inspiring; there's something in baking bread; an inward journey in watching the fluff rise, being able to create something from lumps of dough that grow with the touch of your own hands.
a drought's been going on for half a year
to half the distance of a decade. the massive land had caked and cracked into a crispy crust;
everyday we dance for rain. it bleeds, sometimes.
there's a pool of clouds at half the height of a sky. no rain ever comes from it.
rumor says that the unicorns live there; we believe because only on the clouds we can see the golden lining of the sun; no, we believe because sometimes there is the faint echo of a thousand hooves...
we stretch our palms till they become black shadows in the light.
we can never catch the unicorns.
only time flies.
she's not here @
1:04 AM
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
it was strange last night, when a sudden wave of misery hit me, a steady mix of what i perceived was guilt, regret, reproach and longing. a potent combination that had me curling in the thick of my blanket, wishing for someone to help me breathe. i was missing the old times, the old friends. the lovely people who have crossed paths with me in the past but i let slip. i never hold on to people tight enough.
Bob Sinclair- World, Hold On
love the whistling!
a random thought occured to me and drey just now to check our height in feet and inches... and we were flabbergasted to realise that we make only 5 lengths of subway sandwiches!!!
she's not here @
8:04 PM
