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Tuesday, March 30
A friend nonchalantly mentioned that the reason why my blog's so dead is because I do not have an interesting life. *ponders*
I reckon so ... But one thing good about this is at least the songs that I list after every post, are examples of good music. (hums)
-->Milla - Rocket Collecting<--
I reckon so ... But one thing good about this is at least the songs that I list after every post, are examples of good music. (hums)
-->Milla - Rocket Collecting<--
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Sunday, March 28
A friend's blog entry posed the question if anyone reads her blog entries, and that got me wondering the same for mine. But I won't be cadging no one to stick their eyes on this page anyways ..
So I paid my first visit to Wala Wala's last Thursday night and the usual stolid me actually enjoyed the night immensely. Well, I have never stayed at a bar/club/pub for FIVE hours before. I simply adore live music, it just gets me on a musician's high if you know what I mean *sways head* Okay, so the female vocalist Sherrine (I don't know the spelling) did not really play a mean guitar, but hey, a very versatile voice - From Dido, to Cranberries, to Astrud Gilberto, to Turtles, to Soul Asylum, to Evanescence. Sitting there and hearing them play just made me miss my jamming sessions with my band, and got my fingers itchy to touch a guitar. Hmm, I would definitely go back there. That night, I managed to eradicate thoughts on the dreadful upcoming exams, felt liberated having my Hoegaardens and my Martini *licks lower lip*
Oh yes, and that night was the first time I have allowed a male to buy me a drink, usually I just politely decline (I think I do it politely). Three men from the American Navy, very amicable and generous. I lost count as to how many times they offered to buy us drinks and I finally succumbed and relented during the last order. We have this notion that men who buy ladies drinks at bars and all have something up their sleeves, but these guys did not possess such motives. Very gentlemanly, and honestly speaking, I was a tad pleasantly surprised ... Cynical me expected some other kind of behaviour from them. I reckon I would have to do away with my initial ken of men; gradually of course. The naivette within me is not potent enough to be gullible and have a sudden sweet perspective of men at bars.
-->Sophie Zelmani - Losing You<--
So I paid my first visit to Wala Wala's last Thursday night and the usual stolid me actually enjoyed the night immensely. Well, I have never stayed at a bar/club/pub for FIVE hours before. I simply adore live music, it just gets me on a musician's high if you know what I mean *sways head* Okay, so the female vocalist Sherrine (I don't know the spelling) did not really play a mean guitar, but hey, a very versatile voice - From Dido, to Cranberries, to Astrud Gilberto, to Turtles, to Soul Asylum, to Evanescence. Sitting there and hearing them play just made me miss my jamming sessions with my band, and got my fingers itchy to touch a guitar. Hmm, I would definitely go back there. That night, I managed to eradicate thoughts on the dreadful upcoming exams, felt liberated having my Hoegaardens and my Martini *licks lower lip*
Oh yes, and that night was the first time I have allowed a male to buy me a drink, usually I just politely decline (I think I do it politely). Three men from the American Navy, very amicable and generous. I lost count as to how many times they offered to buy us drinks and I finally succumbed and relented during the last order. We have this notion that men who buy ladies drinks at bars and all have something up their sleeves, but these guys did not possess such motives. Very gentlemanly, and honestly speaking, I was a tad pleasantly surprised ... Cynical me expected some other kind of behaviour from them. I reckon I would have to do away with my initial ken of men; gradually of course. The naivette within me is not potent enough to be gullible and have a sudden sweet perspective of men at bars.
-->Sophie Zelmani - Losing You<--
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Saturday, March 27
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Tuesday, March 23
I have nothing much to say, so I have to resort to this. Ha ha.
You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
And this ... Hmmm
Feminist in the making.
-->Theivery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde<--
You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
And this ... Hmmm
Feminist in the making.
-->Theivery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde<--
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Saturday, March 20
Menstrual cramps - the one thing I dread most each and every month. Bloody cursed thing. Someone told me before that in Buddhism, the cause of cramps is due to daughters being rude and disrespectful to their mothers. Interesting rationale, ain't it?
Anyways, I realised that I take no joy in blogging anymore ... Although I only enjoyed posting my first 3 entries, ha! The blog's just lacking something. Essence. Content. Substance. I don't know, it could be anything. Really wonder how some people can post really long entries?
So till my next entry, toodeloodeloo.
-->Peggy Lee - The Lady is a Tramp<--
Anyways, I realised that I take no joy in blogging anymore ... Although I only enjoyed posting my first 3 entries, ha! The blog's just lacking something. Essence. Content. Substance. I don't know, it could be anything. Really wonder how some people can post really long entries?
So till my next entry, toodeloodeloo.
-->Peggy Lee - The Lady is a Tramp<--
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Friday, March 19
Sucking my innermost strength right out of the cores of my being.
Driving a nail through my pounding head.
Chucking me in a dark little box with no breathing holes.
Sky a concaving black shroud pouring torrents of hail.
No more braving the storms, no more denials ... now it's all about saying "Aye, aye, aye".
Life as an abyss, life as a test.
The strong prevail and the weak, destroyed.
-->Lamb - What Sound<--
Driving a nail through my pounding head.
Chucking me in a dark little box with no breathing holes.
Sky a concaving black shroud pouring torrents of hail.
No more braving the storms, no more denials ... now it's all about saying "Aye, aye, aye".
Life as an abyss, life as a test.
The strong prevail and the weak, destroyed.
-->Lamb - What Sound<--
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Sunday, March 14
A very long week ahead. Datelines littered everywhere throughout the week. An NTU exchange student and his friends from Sweden, Australia and America spoke with me at Centro last night ... And this guy says it's so boring here, especially in NTU as there is no way of them getting to know the locals. The locals do not even want to look into their eyes. How bizzare is that. He added that Singaporeans just work work work work and work ... Agreed? Agreed.
I am tired. I am beat. Fatigue seemingly is a malady which thus has almost led me to believe I am an avatar of such.
Another 28 days to the final exams. Am I fretting? No. Will I fret? Yes, promptly after I have sat for the papers. I mean hey, some superficial nincompoop did not believe I was in a JC, and had the nerve to say I looked like a 'school dropout'. Fair enough .. I might look one. And some of my friends even think I am a slacker (a tinge of truth perhaps), 'bo-chap' and blah blah blah. Yes, I might have marginally scraped it through to NUS with the aid of a whole big bucket of L-U-C-K, but!
I reckon I have intellect of some sort ... Unfortunately it does not manifest itself via academia.
-->Nitin Sawhney - Nostalgia<--
I am tired. I am beat. Fatigue seemingly is a malady which thus has almost led me to believe I am an avatar of such.
Another 28 days to the final exams. Am I fretting? No. Will I fret? Yes, promptly after I have sat for the papers. I mean hey, some superficial nincompoop did not believe I was in a JC, and had the nerve to say I looked like a 'school dropout'. Fair enough .. I might look one. And some of my friends even think I am a slacker (a tinge of truth perhaps), 'bo-chap' and blah blah blah. Yes, I might have marginally scraped it through to NUS with the aid of a whole big bucket of L-U-C-K, but!
I reckon I have intellect of some sort ... Unfortunately it does not manifest itself via academia.
-->Nitin Sawhney - Nostalgia<--
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Thursday, March 11
My parents refuse to fix the fan in my bedroom. My sensitive sinus-ridden nose cannot take the air-con too much, so you can imagine the ordeal I go through every night. And they say I have troubles falling asleep? Pffft, I wonder why.
The wet wet wet weather is getting on my nerves. Walking around campus with the ground all wet and everybody trying to huddle under the sheltered pathway to the bus-stop irritates me. Oh how I miss the glorious sun! That reminds me, I was called the Sun Goddess back in JC. Yes, there were a total of 6 Goddesses, though it only started with 3 ... And slowly, we started recruiting other Goddess-like friends and decided we would stop at the magickal number 7. Unfortunately, we could not find a 7th person fit to be a Goddess. Tam, Carol and I were the Three Stooges, always together ... If one of us were absent, and we met friends/teachers in school, the first thing these people would say was NOT a "Hello", but "Where's so-and-so?" Rude, I tell you! But anyway, so you can make a rough guess as to who were the original Goddesses, ha! Tam - PhagoGoddess; she deceives us all, really. Slim and slender, but whoaho! Her ravaging appetite just blew us (and the food in the canteen) off! Carol - BonGoddess; Yes, being a member of our JC used-to-be-damn-good Dance Club (I don't know what happened after Carol and our friends left), earned her the name ... Me - SunGoddess; I love being in the sun so much, thus ... Then the 4th member, Celine - BugGoddess; She was sick so often, and everytime she was sick she'd pass the bug on! Kay Lii - RainGoddess; Now, any negative emotions this girl possessed would always turn the taps in Heaven on. Lastly, Winnie - IceGoddess; Well, basically people thought she was icy, cold, unapproachable, unfriendly yadda yadda ...
Well, that's it folks. Some reminiscing for tonight, mmmm. Oh! How could I forget Mrs Trueman!? My class's Civics Tutor (ie Form Teacher), she was a barrel of laughs and we were all saddened by her sudden migration to England TWO months before our A-levels. But anyway, soon enough, our Goddess Club was quite well known in the Arts Faculty, so much so that Mrs Trueman expressed her interest to be one of the coveted Goddesses. Ha! So I promptly told her that she would be 'put on probation', and whenever during Lit tutorials she'd try to give us something tough, I would just gently remind her that she was on probation. (chuckles)
We all missed Mrs Trueman because in place of her, we had this Englishman, Mr Simon Reynolds (Think Simon Cowell). Hmmm ... What does this say about Simon-s eh.
Well I certainly hope this was not a 'chim' post. (stares at certain individuals)
-->Mandalay - Beautiful<--
The wet wet wet weather is getting on my nerves. Walking around campus with the ground all wet and everybody trying to huddle under the sheltered pathway to the bus-stop irritates me. Oh how I miss the glorious sun! That reminds me, I was called the Sun Goddess back in JC. Yes, there were a total of 6 Goddesses, though it only started with 3 ... And slowly, we started recruiting other Goddess-like friends and decided we would stop at the magickal number 7. Unfortunately, we could not find a 7th person fit to be a Goddess. Tam, Carol and I were the Three Stooges, always together ... If one of us were absent, and we met friends/teachers in school, the first thing these people would say was NOT a "Hello", but "Where's so-and-so?" Rude, I tell you! But anyway, so you can make a rough guess as to who were the original Goddesses, ha! Tam - PhagoGoddess; she deceives us all, really. Slim and slender, but whoaho! Her ravaging appetite just blew us (and the food in the canteen) off! Carol - BonGoddess; Yes, being a member of our JC used-to-be-damn-good Dance Club (I don't know what happened after Carol and our friends left), earned her the name ... Me - SunGoddess; I love being in the sun so much, thus ... Then the 4th member, Celine - BugGoddess; She was sick so often, and everytime she was sick she'd pass the bug on! Kay Lii - RainGoddess; Now, any negative emotions this girl possessed would always turn the taps in Heaven on. Lastly, Winnie - IceGoddess; Well, basically people thought she was icy, cold, unapproachable, unfriendly yadda yadda ...
Well, that's it folks. Some reminiscing for tonight, mmmm. Oh! How could I forget Mrs Trueman!? My class's Civics Tutor (ie Form Teacher), she was a barrel of laughs and we were all saddened by her sudden migration to England TWO months before our A-levels. But anyway, soon enough, our Goddess Club was quite well known in the Arts Faculty, so much so that Mrs Trueman expressed her interest to be one of the coveted Goddesses. Ha! So I promptly told her that she would be 'put on probation', and whenever during Lit tutorials she'd try to give us something tough, I would just gently remind her that she was on probation. (chuckles)
We all missed Mrs Trueman because in place of her, we had this Englishman, Mr Simon Reynolds (Think Simon Cowell). Hmmm ... What does this say about Simon-s eh.
Well I certainly hope this was not a 'chim' post. (stares at certain individuals)
-->Mandalay - Beautiful<--
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Tuesday, March 9
I was pushed to my very limits tonight, overwrought with emotions that very nearly drove me out of control. Funny because I am normally a dour and stolid person. I swear I could not feel my feet standing on the cold hard tiles, right next to the window grills. Just one more push, one more ... Seething with unbridled violence that could have easily knocked anybody out flat. Beyond recognition - me; the unrestrained hullabaloo that were ejaculated from my mouth (I was very harsh with my impugnation), and the hysterical violence that possessed me. Appalled at my behaviour qua raving maniac, to finally conquer my doppel-ganger was an evidence of thaumaturgy, for my equipoise was badly, badly shaken.
So what I need now is a bucolic experience, and to do away with the urban implications of too many cares and worries and burdens, and the list goes on.
This myriad of perplexity, dilemma and disputes has gotten me to throw in the white flag. That's right. I give up.
-->Sheryl - Beautyl of Decay<--
I'm just a worthless liar,
I'm just an imbecile.
I'll only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well.
Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.
So unliving like the darkness,
So flawed like the perfect destiny.
I'll find a centre in you,
I'll chew it up and leave, trust me.
Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.
I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
Leave me be what I am
Cut it deep, make me bleed ...
So what I need now is a bucolic experience, and to do away with the urban implications of too many cares and worries and burdens, and the list goes on.
This myriad of perplexity, dilemma and disputes has gotten me to throw in the white flag. That's right. I give up.
-->Sheryl - Beautyl of Decay<--
I'm just a worthless liar,
I'm just an imbecile.
I'll only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well.
Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.
So unliving like the darkness,
So flawed like the perfect destiny.
I'll find a centre in you,
I'll chew it up and leave, trust me.
Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.
I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
Leave me be what I am
Cut it deep, make me bleed ...
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Saturday, March 6
I am so tired, my body is worn out. I have blisters on my soles that prevent me from walking in a normal manner. My joints are aching and are in need of dire help. I hope I can manage to crawl out of bed tomorrow ...
I just realised how shallow-minded most people are, and the degree of their lack of intellect left me flabbergasted. Now, I'm not putting myself up on a pedestal of some sort, but honestly speaking ... Horrendous! I'm just, lost for words, that some people are capable of being that dense.
-->Stina Nordenstam - Little Star<--
I just realised how shallow-minded most people are, and the degree of their lack of intellect left me flabbergasted. Now, I'm not putting myself up on a pedestal of some sort, but honestly speaking ... Horrendous! I'm just, lost for words, that some people are capable of being that dense.
-->Stina Nordenstam - Little Star<--
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Friday, March 5
This blog is no fun, no life, but vapid. I am losing the drive to type out sentences to keep this page alive. The hype has all dissipated. Me, former member of a gang of miscreants who swore never to own a blog, yielded to the powers of the internet and was thus shunned from my gang members. Now, regret just comes gushing through the open dam gates. Life IS littered with regret isn't it? The What-Ifs, and the Should-Haves and all that ... This surfeit of cynicism is dreary, I should stop.
Things that have happened in the past two months or so, are like an illusion, a phantasmagoria of some sort ... Leaving me with almost certain doubt that all was a figment of my rather excitatory imagination, and a mere creation of my deranged mind. Were all that engulfed me then, chimerical?
-->Majandra Delfino - Bruises<--
Things that have happened in the past two months or so, are like an illusion, a phantasmagoria of some sort ... Leaving me with almost certain doubt that all was a figment of my rather excitatory imagination, and a mere creation of my deranged mind. Were all that engulfed me then, chimerical?
-->Majandra Delfino - Bruises<--
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Thursday, March 4
Blogger is a real piece of a balderdash! Someone paid blogger.com to test my patience. And honestly speaking, that bugger didn't really have to pay much .. I was never one who had a virtue like patience. Patience : HUH? What in the world is that, sorry folks, that ain't in my dictionary...
Blogger : Whole lotta crap that don't impress me much.
What in the frigging hell is going on?
-->Shania Twain - That Don't Impress Me Much<--
Blogger : Whole lotta crap that don't impress me much.
What in the frigging hell is going on?
-->Shania Twain - That Don't Impress Me Much<--
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Tuesday, March 2
It is official. I am computer illiterate. And I suck so bad at HTML. (trudges away defeated, head hung in shame) It's giving me a whirlpool of a headache the size of Alaska! So just bear with this ugly design for a bit, because there is something gravely wrong with blogger as well. *grunts*
-->The Cranberries - Ridiculous Thoughts<--
-->The Cranberries - Ridiculous Thoughts<--
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Monday, March 1
I am back from Kuala Lumpur. This weekend holiday has made me even more tired than usual, the languor that's enveloping my body now is overwhelming. I have an essay due tomorrow, and no matter how much of a night person I am, I absolutely have no means of getting it done on time. *Cusses*
Basically, quite a bit happened there and there were memorable events that occurred, but I will not tire myself by typing everything out. But I guess you could say I had fun.
I honestly am very beat. And there are tonnes of things running through my head right this instant, but I have never been one to pen my feelings and thoughts down for all to see. Bizarre because right now I'm thinking to myself , how long will this blog last if that's the case? Well that's another thing about me, I am very very lazy.
With that, I will scoot off now and conk out on my bed ...
-->Michelle Tumes - Dream<--
Basically, quite a bit happened there and there were memorable events that occurred, but I will not tire myself by typing everything out. But I guess you could say I had fun.
I honestly am very beat. And there are tonnes of things running through my head right this instant, but I have never been one to pen my feelings and thoughts down for all to see. Bizarre because right now I'm thinking to myself , how long will this blog last if that's the case? Well that's another thing about me, I am very very lazy.
With that, I will scoot off now and conk out on my bed ...
-->Michelle Tumes - Dream<--