Friday, September 30, 2005


See, you guys matter too.Special place in my heart okayys? Posted by Picasa

wen at 9:06 AM

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

people who matter



1b folks


409 girls


bored at the ericsson service centre

wen at 3:32 PM

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Saturday, September 24, 2005

not nearly close enough.

Boys in green with guns who walk by. Yum. They look so good.
Girls in green who stroll by... oh wait. wrong sex.wrong uniform. The air stewardesses i meant...

Sit back and look at the world pass you by from a different point of view. For a moment, time stops and instead of you being just like one of those hamsters with no life, aimlessly running in the wheel, with the firm belief that it is this running which makes the world spin on its axis, the world spins around you. You're the pivot.

Until reality sucks you back in and you realize that it is hardly another 2 hours before your best friend arrives in the airport to check her stuff in.. another couple of hours before the calories of the star bucks rhumba frap you're drinking will show on your already one to many visible flabs.. and, actually about an hour and a half before you are supposed to finish your contract essay before your self imposed deadline...



With my eyes wide open knowing full well

I could fall from heaven
I could fall I could brake that's the chance that I take
I could fall
Look at me I'm flying, just a breath away from dying
Holding on to her and letting go
As I walk across this wire above a lake of fire
And lean into the wind that starts to blow
With my eyes wide open knowing full well
Do I hide my heart? Do I lock my door?
Do I tear it out so it don't feel no more?
No, I risk it all knowing that I could fall from heaven
I could fall from heaven


I think old friends all leave shoes which are too big to fill.
I'll find new ones alright. I think I already have. :)

We started off with 3. Then there were 2. And now there's only one.

wen at 7:30 PM

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Friday, September 23, 2005

linger

Ng/Flor/woman...

You've been a friend for 13 years and what would another year matter? It'll matter cuz by the time i see you again, It'll almost be another year gone by. And then I would have known you for 14 years.

never in my mind has the clock been so alive


We've been through some crazy shit together.

I hardly knew you in st.nix. But I attended your birthday parties, made you cards, was dumped at your place on wednesdays ( do u happen to remember watching toy story together? i think your dad took us to watch it), our mums knew each other, i saw you around in school, always in the class next door. Bad hair days hur: pigtails and wacky hairstyles in some swimsuit competition. oh, chinese dance! But I must be getting mixed up. My reel of photographic memories isn't in chronological order.
simple in virtue
steadfast in duty


My classmate of 4 years. PLim,MHo,UChoo,Laoshi,AhHoon,Loke... Teachers we loved, hated, bitched about.
All the drama about choosing subject combis. Those long phonecalls. The times in guides.. Every saturday. A few hours of crazy boring footdrill, insane pointless hankering after teachers to sign clauses. Those hexagonal tables in classrooms. Friendship drama. OBS. Crazy jumping fishes.Kranky Kayaks, Corny stuff. Mr Giraffe. Floorball fever inspired by World Cup Fever. How our blackboard at the back of the class was complete with vandalism (all those proclamations of love for random football players and claims of who rocks) I could never forget our infatuation with drama serials like huanzhu gege and HOT stuff like those national swimmer studs. ooh-la-la. Which leads me to that national day fashion show that I agreed to take part in... Netball carnivals.. That one day when the whole class felt as One.
Toilet trips with many ppl in tow just so as to break the monotony of class. Hiding in class eating during recess just so that we could mug for bio tests and covering those glass panes on the doors so the prefects won't peek in...

RJ. intermittent meeting ups. interact. You saw me through my J1 mid year drama. You were just there for me all the way. Silent. But I knew.. So it was then when we grew up quite a bit.

Baobei,Not many will understand everything that I typed above. And I could go on and on.. I believe that you'll love to reminesence too but I'll just leave you with this for now:


we have shared our morning days,
And Gone through all rainy nights,
Even in the darkest of night,
Stars still light up our way

Tomorrow is a beautiful dream,
A dream that will be fulfilled,
Cross the bridge of rainbow,
In search of the gold.

For here we stand, our dearest friend
Sincerely from our hearts we wish,
May streams of sunlight shine like rays of hope,
Hand in hand, we work and strive,
For the best things in life.



Till the next time I see you,
Enjoy this ride.

wen at 12:18 PM

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Lost in Transit

I onced said that I loved airports. The excitement and the wonder of everything that lies behind those gates.I always loved to explore the place. The sense of freedom not too far away.. I must have been influenced by that particular advertisement whereby the girl twirls around with her eyes covered and randomly points at some flight on the departure board. She then goes off hand in hand with the bf. oh, how I wished I could do that too. Fly away.



Airports are symbolic in nature.
A place for reunions.
A place for break-ups.

I got off the skytrain from T2 to T1 and I brushed past this caucasion girl walking stoney faced in the direction of the skytrain. She left in her wake this guy standing, looking so lost in the crowd, biting on his finger, trying so hard to stop himself from crying out loud. My heart went out to him. What else could have happened? What else could have made a grown man lose his composure in public?

There was this couple embracing outside the immigration counters and the girl was clinging on so tightly to him, crying so hard. I could possibly understand what she felt. With friends, its easy to say, oh don't worry, so-and-so will be back soon enough and life goes on. Its different when its someone you love so dearly. Someone whom you treasure so much. Someone's whose physical presence you need so much.
I sincerely hope that I'll never have to be in that position one day.

And so, I saw wing walk through the departure gates today, walking towards the direction of her dream. And all i can say is that I'm so proud of her. As always, things take time before the effect sets in. I only started tearing when I saw her walk away.

To think that I have to go through this another time on Saturday.

All the best and I love you so.

wen at 2:45 AM

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Monday, September 19, 2005

more than words



I love the beach. Always do. Always will. there seems to be a calming effect each time I get there and my mind automatically empties itself. A respite away from all these. A place for me to dream. And then I miss OBS. A sanctuary of its own.




i took this out on impulse and I couldn't but help smile when i saw it. i wonder how much do you guys remember of it?



give me the moon and the stars.

I went for a very wet Sunday morning run yesterday which brought to mind Maroon 5's Sunday Morning.

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you


I ran with Carrie Chong after Su and Nad decided to overshoot Serene Centre and happily leave us both behind. I think there must be something about thinking primarily about getting to KAP Macs because we surprised ourselves for running so much.
I suppose with an end in mind, everything else doesn't matter as much.

Wish it was just as easy with living life.

wen at 12:46 PM

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Thursday, September 15, 2005

as the dawn melts away the stars

Beautiful dawn
Lights up the shore for me.
There is nothing else in the world,
I'd rather wake up and see (with you).
Beautiful dawn






I was sitting at starbucks attempting to read torts after my haircut armed with my coffee and muffin today. I pretty much ended up people watching each time i raised my head up from the table and during one of those moments, I saw ex opposition leader JB Jeyaratnam standing beside the escalator peddling his book. All I could think of was 'this is so ironic.' and i felt a pang at the same time.
Here I was, some aspiring(though, flailing and struggling) law student sitting there attempting to make sense of some fundamental principle of law and there he was, reduced to this state. one sun rises, another sets.
Somehow, i felt sorry for him as I watched him cajoling people into buying his book, and i actually felt glad that a few people actually stopped to talk to himm or even to get his autograph. after all, he was a prominent character in singapore's political scene.

Funny how life works.

I had a haircut today courtesy of a cute guy who reminded me of the jap footballer nakata. pity about that tattoo and slighly effeminate ways.






A perfect specimen of an ah lian
Everyone thought she was a haughty lady
Turns out she is just naggy
Looking after everyone’s wellbeing
But that’s because Shuwen is a mummy
She keeps filling up their tummy
With a single taste of her orange juice
I heard she could make people damn high
Missing it, her friends can only sigh

If only you convince her to get a tan,
Because her skin is as fair as snow white’s
But she would just turn red and bright.
Oh! She will trip over anything,
Just you wait and see.
Or you can tickle her knee
I bet it’s because of her good old cannon
The one tonne camera
That relic of a forgotten era

Every year she is as quite as a mouse,
Never one to be the centre of attention
But she is big on affection.
This is a big difference from before,
Where she posed in her bikini
On her daddy’s car ever so tiny.
She was only five or so then,
Too bad her exhibition days are all past,
But then again good things never last.

She wears more clothes now,
Along with nice jewellery and all
But I can’t get over her necklace that looks like gumballs
She said her size was a petite M
And that the colour pink was the favourite of the lot,
But never have I seen her wear the Mambo top
But I think she just put on weight,
She said it was too small,
And I don’t think she grew tall.

I wonder what she will think,
When she reads this rhyme,
Will she hit me when I come home next time?
I just need to say that she is nice
With a caring soul
And a heart of gold
Maybe that’s why she put on weight
But this gets better,
She owes me a letter!


since it seems to be a night for poems.. here's one from a friend of mine.

wen at 1:23 AM

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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Education.

Of common interest to all 1st year law students as of yesterday has been Section 377 of the Penal Code.

What of explicit bio lessons. fellacio.. cunninglingus.. unnatural sex.

"oral sex must come before natural sex..."

unnatural sex results in more "health problems."

"the * gets inserted into the * "


I wonder if anyone ever got charged for having oral sex NOT preceding natural sex, and it was consensual. how would anyone know that it was or wasn't a prelude to something according to the "laws of nature"? Do the police have a special department that goes around poking their heads into any secluded dark spot watching couples as they go about with their business?

In that case, pray, do pay a visit to the reservoir at my place. I wonder what they would find. Knock on the windows of cars plastered with newspapers, or those parked facing the jungle. Wave Section 377 in their face and I wonder what would happen.

My education in law just got more interesting.

I suppose one has to get a well rounded education in life.
As of supper last night with 4 guys, my education level has just jumped a notch.
What would a night out with ah tu be complete without teaching her how to complete sentences. Progressively.
And even after our spur of the moment decision to drive to pasir ris park from upp thomson, there were attempts at giving me a Pavlovian-like education.

Step 1: *poke* the rabbit and watch her do a little jiggle and squeal.

Step 2: *poke* the rabbit and say out loud "poke" at the same time

Step 3: *poke* the rabbit from both sides and say out loud "poke" and make sure there's no way of running away. ie. in the car

Step 4 do not *poke* the rabbit. Just say "poke" and watch her jump.

Step 5: progress on to sms-ing /msn-ing *poke*

And thus, concludes my education for the week.

wen at 3:07 PM

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Thursday, September 08, 2005

runaway



footloose. i miss those days.

i had a good solid session of time alone today,jogging at my reservoir. Just me and my ipod. It must have been the music because it emptied all thoughts in my head and i just kept going. I saw the horizon move with me as the sun went down and everything else faded.

i wanna runaway with you and leave all this behind. even for a moment.

wen at 11:31 PM

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Sunday, September 04, 2005

sing me the blues

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michael buble concert on the 10 of october anyone?

wen at 4:49 PM

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Friday, September 02, 2005

bambi and thumper the bunny

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in tribute of a lunch time conversation today..

wen at 2:36 PM

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

i feel the love

thanks to the friend who made my day a little sweeter by putting a smile on my face.

sometimes, i feel just like a little superhero girl. trying to conquer the world.

you'll have a spot in my heart.

wen at 10:33 PM

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summer loving

I thought today was meant to be a recharge session. But somehow or other, there must have been a power outtage somewhere.

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the one who acts cool, the one who acts cute, and the i-cant-tahan-anylonger one.

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fish gone crazy,spongebob square pants, whadever.

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the originals. which i prefer anytime.

I can't believe wing is leaving on the 19th and flor on the 24th. Who's going to take crazy photos like these with me anymore?


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i learn something new everyday. there's breadpapa,papa roti.. wats next? suga bread papa


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fish face. or is it fish food.

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florrine my babe.

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I found a new leisure activity. just lying in the sun, looking happy, feeling happy, talking about everything, feeling the breeze, taking crazy photos and just feeling.. good. Just me and my ipod. It seemed to be strangely sensitive today. The songs on shuffle..

Someone like you makes it all worthwhile
Someone like you keeps me satisfied
Someone exactly like you

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This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart



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my best friend. my friend since pre-pri. We've come a long way since then.

Sentosa has really affirmed my romantic notions of sunsets and such. Lying on the beach baking in the sun with good company then having a nice dinner by the beach.. that will be nice.

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maybe this is how heaven could be.

wen at 12:52 AM

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