Monday, August 28, 2006

because its monday..

and no longer the big social event at timbre on saturday night which just ended up in me spending more money at the flea market..


...nor is it MOS on a friday night where..

Jared pops up in photos he isn't meant to be in...

***
..I wake up to a nagging mother..
..I scratch the car and chip off paint off the side of the garage pillar while reversing. The part of my brain which controls my sense of estimation and judgement and spatial ability obviously doesn't work well on a monday morning. oh right, familiarity breeds complacency, which then comes with a price to pay.
.. I spill coffee in the study room, over my company lecture notes which then proceed to go into the bin after my staring at them dismally for awhile. Re: functionality of brain as above. I sat there blinking before running around trying to get tissue to clear the mess.
.. I have some idiot horning at me at the U-turn because she obviously is blind to the fact that there are oncoming cars, which then ends up with my going bleagh bleagh pffftt at her.

I guess the red top and red shoes today weren't enough...


Maybe I should have taken it one level up n do what the chinese say: red undies for luck.

//You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride

wen at 11:50 PM

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

to the world at large

i wish there was a universal band aid. to heal everything: broken hearts, untamed hearts, emotions runneth over.

a hug to solve everything.wouldn't it be nice?
to simplify everything.
to have you, you, and you smile from within.

//Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go

Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love

wen at 11:57 PM

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

stardust

I wish I could share this little corner of my house, of which I never quite exploited its potential. Its late night beauty.
The sound of running water into the pond coupled with strains of slow jazz and love songs; the arm chair on the wooden patio complete with those wooden blinds; the tealights i placed along the edge. I am the master of atmosphere. I just lack the wine.
It has to be/would be the perfect spot for a late night conversation. But for now, it is the perfect spot for late night thoughts.


Growing up never quite seemed so complicated as this. Sometimes you feel like you're in control and at times you feel yourself spiralling further and further away from anything you've ever known before. Sometimes you feel like you're at the top of the world and sometimes you feel like you're just pond scum. And then, there are times where you just feel like going limp and just float along. Wouldn't it be so much easier to not think at all, you say.
But you find yourself pondering more and more about things, some of which you might not have the answer to.Questions of life,love, relationships, the people around you.. yourself.

Sometimes you tell yourself that you should be strong, because emo-ing is weakness, and sometimes, stripped of everything else, you realize that as clear as day, you're vulnerable and soft at the core. And possibly everyone, under the many layers they hide their real self, are really just the same. All with their own insecurities, and demons to fight. Just too afraid to tell it to your face.

Sometimes, its so easy to lose yourself, to just want to get along. And then as you tread this path, you find yourself questioning more, however much you might loathe it, questioning even what you've believed all along. And if your life were to be seen as this one path, then, there are those people who cross your path just once, those of whom have left an impression, but are now gone, somehow;those whose paths diverge,run parallel but are always there somewhere; those people who have altered the course of your path.

So we all have love and lost, understood the pain and heartache that comes with it. We've all made our mistakes and grown from it. And now we just hope to be found. A little more love couldn't hurt.

//And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that were apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by

wen at 2:04 AM

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

because its the 2nd day of school and i'm falling asleep over clt..

wen at 4:27 PM

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Sunday, August 13, 2006

not emo-schemo

Because somehow, I've been occupied on a daily basis, this is a kind of a belated update of matric week and such.
nad and her second surprise in a week, where i had to make a last minute smiley faced cake with MnMs

everyone who turned up at the chalet


And it was to be the week of birthdays, Singapore celebrated her 41st as well. And what would it be without some fun with food and drinks in red and white and other stuff for the boys.

Then there was beach bash at sentosa where it culminated in the traditional drag queen contest ( which resulted in watching year 2s fend off the advances of the new found chicks of law sch)




part of last year's og 8. :)

Fright night where things went bump in the night and hand dryers went off mysteriously on their own and people heard unidentified screaming for real. Thank goodness my station was in the dean's office where there was air conditioning, and a sofa to flop on in between details. yayness that we managed to scare so many freshies with all the weird noises from khairil n kyle n chun n i cornering the freshies on the sofa; khelvin n his repeated jumping out of the cabinet and winston the ouija board n weihan the mysterious guy sitting at the end of the corridor with the candles.


rag was the next morning and somehow even with a backache from sleeping on the sofa outside the law lib for a few hours and a dying throat, I somehow managed to survive the afternoon sun and end up screaming for this year's raggers and holding my breath as they did their stunts and getting all emo n tearry eyed over them when I saw them dance.

I couldn't be more proud of each and every one of them out there that day, knowing the immense amount of hard work they put in, those tears and sweat and bruises... you go guys! It couldn't be a better way to start the new semester.
I ended up going back to my archives and reading my entry about rag. How we all felt so bonded by that one common goal.
It sure has been one long eventful year since that day.
aug 2005.



the sailors and ballerinas ala the 'sex tonight' people. So proud of you guys! :) was kinda worried about you people but you guys pulled it off with perfection.

-big hug to everyone-


My body has now started a protest to the lack of rest i've been getting and i'm officially sick. But very restless.
i hate the humid weather which doesn't help my feeling feverish.
I now understand the pain of being a full time house wife. having to wash the dishes n cook for my dad because my mum and maid are both outta the house when all i wanna do is just sleep.. urgh.
*****
And then some days,sometimes I just feel a little unsettled. Something missing. something more. Something not quite complete.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.


School starts tomorrow and I would love to be able to tell myself and convince myself that its all going to be a fresh start.

make all the wrong right.
second chances.
possibilities. what ifs... could bes..

I'll take it all.


//This is the last time 
That I'm ever gonna give in tonight 
Are there angels or devils crawling here? 
I just want to know what blurs and what is clear, to see
Still I can see the pain in you 
And I can see the love in you 
And fighting all the demons will take time





wen at 12:51 PM

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Friday, August 04, 2006

closing time; i know who i want to take me home..

It has been awhile hasn't it. Gatherings too far and few, too much to catch up on. Each a different life, but yet, all a rgs girl at heart.
-cue screams at each new addition to the table- A crash course on what everyone is doing, attempts to find out about 'missing' people, a quick survey on everyone's love lives, -more screams-, and then with every gathering, comes the reminescing.. things we never grow tired of talking about. From those sec 3 days of Mr Gomez and netball carnival memories that once seemed fantastic, now provide fodder for entertainment to ah hoon in sec 4 and attempts to recall seating arrangements, things we all hold dear.

RGS will always be a special place to me, all those nooks and crannies that we had a love-hate relationship with, from the amphi theatre to the Responsible Thinking Classroom to the canteen and our classrooms. How some things will be universal to all RGS girls, walking hand in hand down those corridors, decorating/vandalizing our lockers, Fried Chicken days from the malay stall, how we would always waste lesson time by going on long toilet trips.
To my dear class, thanks for everything. :) (thank goodness for the sec 4 class video we had)

And then what would a gathering like this be without lots of photo whoring.

the people who turned up. yayness!


the silly girl who started tearing when her cake came.i hope you had a good surprise.


my lovely baobeis *airkiss*


i have not seen these girls in ages.
(clockwise from left: flora//sarah n flor//wing,fi,grace//409 spsls:annette,joni,shob,wing)


and the photo whoring continues into MOS burger where we come to a unanimous decision that it has perfect lighting


one last parting shot


*******
sometimes, you just feel like losing yourself..
..to stop thinking..
..to the embrace of the night.
... and then hope to be found.


//And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I dont know which way Im going
I dont know which way Ive come

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you Ive waited all these years
For you Id wait till kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

wen at 2:38 PM

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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

riding the waves with you

spsls '02 to those who didn't manage to make it, you guys were missed.


It has been 4 years since the days of eating in the PSL room, singing along to our CD player and basically just calling that place our own. All those meetings, all those times of stressing out, and how could i forget.. those training camps.Somehow I have a vague memory of us switching off all the lights at block H and dancing around in the middle of the night. Ah, one of those random tidbits. And now, how all of us have grown and blossomed.Each walking down a separate path. But I guess in everyone's heart, there'll always be this core of a shared experience, once upon a time.
Stand tall, stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright

nic

how we go back a long way.. since those sec school days.. those sji-rgs psl days. All the scandals, the friendships that lasted through the years, those combined meetings, then those chalets, those birthday dinners which have now evolved into extended sessions which include post dinner activities.
you go guy! for simply doing something that you believe in. aww, you couldn't be sweeter ..
MR Nic-" i probably might not end up happily ever after with her but i know i'll regret it if i let her go without even trying." -Lee.
Thanks for being such a great friend in anycase nic. :)

//Some boys take a beautiful girl,
And hide her away from the rest of the world.
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun.
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un.

wen at 11:47 AM

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