:: punched, drunk and loved ::

Samstag, Januar 29, 2005

hollandv-ing for the 4th time in a row is a horribly dampener. the 1st night was, alright, tho' i cudn't get any work done coz it felt so embarrassing taking photos alone. the 2nd night was fabulous seeing how e'one was in high spirits, even tho' some pple can't walk straight towards the end. happy 23rd bday kenn! we're all inching towards our quarterlife crisis, altho' u are 2steps closer than us. hahaha! the 3rd night started to get to u when u two looked worse than japanese tourists fugitively taking pics. the 4th day is really a drag coz the clouds return with a vengence after a cloudless wk and it really isn't a day to spend sketching the secret corners of the place.

nvm all that.

and nv badmouth/gossip/watever-u-call it anybody. even in the excess of spirits one happy night, in both sense of the word. karma comes the following day in the form of being in the same project group.

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Mittwoch, Januar 26, 2005

"scattered work? work communities? IN the interchange? who works IN the interchange?"

"..."

"bus drivers... ?"

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Sonntag, Januar 23, 2005

damn broke. but deliriously happy.

we did have a hilarious quote of the day, which is basically the same theory, but put in different words.

finding a boyfren is like finding a perfect pair of shoes.

u see a pair that's nice and kinda fit u, but u then believe that there're better options out there. s'thing that's even nicer and fits u to a T and everyone else will totally love it and being jealous of u too. and at the end of the entire search, u return back to the first pair that's still sitting there waiting for u. tsktsk.

and i do realise that, laugh if u want, but yes! i like smart intellects very much. especially if he who knows s'thing abt physics, s'thing abt japanese (or others), s'thing abt gambling, s'thing abt philosophy. a' guy who knows all these can be that bad...

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Montag, Januar 17, 2005

becoz i think, the flowers are clinging for dear life on the trees, but they welcome me all the same..

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Mittwoch, Januar 12, 2005

this is so hilarious. horny young men and nubile young gals? it sure brings back memories of lynn dancing with ben lo during the open hse.

n then i r'bered how mr. lee handpicked urs truly for the open hse dance then to scare away the wud-be j1s. n during practice, i felt as if i'd crashed into a wall so i turned ar'd and screeched, "WHICH ELEPHANT CRASHED INTO ME" and ben koh looking very scared.

but i can't r'ber who my mass dance partner was during our orientation. maybe i slipped away.

dinner was fabulous (xiaolongbao, xiaolongbao.. coffee bean, coffee bean...) but the northies (minus candice) finally revealed how scary they thot i was... *sniffs*... girls i'm not scary!

"one more thing. girls ah girls, i'm not scary. don't be so timid can??? hayhay." - huili

it was |3:55:00 AM|

Dienstag, Januar 11, 2005

*shrugs* well, gao johnny u said it all...

and as one of my used-to-be-very polite army fren liken to say, "ey wahlau force me to cow-beh cow-bu loh!"

have a fantastic week ahead.. tues WAS a free day and i'm looking forward to meeting the northies tmr and my long-lost pri sch fren on thurs and nobody, NOBODY is gonna steal these from me. woohoo! this TAS shud be disbanded!

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Sonntag, Januar 09, 2005

a lazy sunday afternoon. just came back from tuition n lunch. as i was telling my fren, yah i certainly missed that crazy tuition deal last yr, making 500+++ bucks each month, but i am a lot happier too bcoz i dun have to rush back home 2 or 3 times a wk for that. instead, i can take my time to read trashy magazines on a lazy sunday afternoon instead of fugutively on the buses/ trains.

#2 stop buying trashy magazines.
broken on the 8th day of the year.

what is the lure of trashy magazines? the glossy pages? the technicolours arranged in sequence? the picture perfect shots? of the pple, of the places? the promises of changes to come? the potential to change? the possibilities and ways that open up right in front of u like the manual to a happy and fulfilling life? the ways they make u feel good abt urself, the ways they make u feel bad abt urself? the sense of urbanity? the whimsicals to feed on?

at the beginning of last holidays, i said i'll re-do my room. sadly, i haven't done so. i had imagined it so: cover up the loud oranges n blues n yellows. with muted greens. or maybe red n cream stripes running down the walls. get rid of the ikea boxes n get some wooden ledges up n display all my trashy magazines n cds, proudly rather than shove them into a corner. a big n heavy white bookcase for all the intellectual books n magazines. some candy containers in easy-to-reach corners. turn colourful tshirts that i dun wear a'more into one-of-a-kind pillowcases. bamboo sticks to define the walls n hold up the curtains. tack up one of the walls n turn it into a bags display. a new big keepsake container coz the old ones are bursting (thanx girls *winkz*). throw out the red n white bedsheets n get peaceful plays of whites and creams (i think, i may have to sew these myself). clean out the wardrobe.

unfortunately, the energy level languished n i haven't done any of those. maybe half of the last item. and i did developed and arranged all the 800 photos. that's the whole bad thing abt digital cameras: u nv develop photos a'more.

instead, i sank my hands into earth. and i found that i love that feeling. next on the list: learn to cook. or bake. sink my hands into dough. valentine's coming n it's time for reds, whites, polka dots n chocolates.

we have so many grand plans for the new yr. i wish to move away too.

din't i tell u that i like red? (altho' i wanna throw away my red HP n red pencil case) last night, i was saved by a prince charming in red!

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Freitag, Januar 07, 2005

His promise to his followers was not salvation in heaven but an end to suffering on earth, if they reined in their desires. At the heart of the Buddha's message is the idea that humans do not possess a steady, unchanging self; instead, we are just empty vessels through which experiences pass. You are not the person who began reading this page. You will not be the person who flips to the next one. [...] You should not be obsessed with satisfying your desires, because the person enjoying this satisfaction will not be you.

it's a small world after all.. is it that singapore's really that small, or is it that it's out social circle that's too small.. or so, mavis and i found out. even with so many classes (this yr's S03- has gone all the way to W).. now i think that if mr. lee ends up as their chem tutor and helen tan as the econs tutor ms poon as the p.e tcher.. (well catherine chee wun be the gp tcher coz that's taken by paul khoo alr'd..).. it'll really come full circle.

but of coz, one man's meat is another man's poison. wat is a great happiness to us may not be a great happiness to them. but no matter wat, mavis and i shall commit to working on their happiness.

it was |1:06:00 AM|

Donnerstag, Januar 06, 2005

the mahjong and airport visit on mon night/tues morn sure messed up my bio clock. i haven't slept for the past nights n i haven't been awake in the mornings. so this morn, i used my "active" time to write. write to pple. write to myself. update myself with everyone's lives. found back my "mortal" (she's coming back! yay!). sing. did some craftwork. therapy for the soul. n hey, i even joined hi5.. finally!

i deleted away all the sad and miserable posts from last yr. armed with the all-powerful hindsight, they all seemed so stupid and immature. i even cringed at some of them.

no more worries, no more sleeping pills. no more tears, no more smokings. no more getting upsets, no more closet depressant. it's not good to keep such things lingering ar'd. happiness isn't doubled, miseries aren't halved when broadcast online. n it's evil to make other pple worry too.

from now on, i'm gonna be -if there's such a term- sensibly-sensitive. and it's time for bed, sure hope i wun fall asleep during the movie later.

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Sonntag, Januar 02, 2005

mada mada dane.

of coz i din't have a roaring new yr. i came home, brushed my teeth, drank some water, and went to sleep. all this b4 midnight.

a clean start.

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