Sunday, October 29, 2006

i'll do it on a whim, a rhyme without reason.

Sometimes, school feels this way, though more often than not nowadays... hurhur


and sometimes you ask why..


but at the end of the day, just suck it all up and grit your teeth..

in my last post, i complained about my crappy painted nails, and now i complain about my toe nails because officially, after 2 days of floorball/soccer/frisbee, i have crappy toe nails now. balls to soon- to-be-non-existent nail polish. :/

P.S, kai takes all due credit for that brilliant quote in my last entry. :)

//You right where you are, from right where I am
Somewhere between unsure and a hundred

And who's to say it's wrong
And who's to say that it's not right
Where we should be for now

wen at 11:14 PM

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Sunday, October 22, 2006

you give me fever, and baby, what a lovely way to burn.

Weddings are awesome, especially one within the family. how absolutely wonderful as the cousins hit marriageable age.
I can never get enough of weddings- each one an affirmation of love. Each one a show of faith and commitment. How nicely, it fits with my little head-stuck-in-the-clouds moment that love will keep us alive.

a toast to queenie and justin

Each wedding I go for, each one I find things I tell myself never to do for mine. No cheesy powerpoint presentations, no tacky overplayed-to-death songs for the red carpet walk (think shania twain's "from this moment on"), no corny dimming of the lights and dry ice as the waiters come out with the cold dish. I always told myself mine had to be one of class and finnese.And the wedding at the Sentosa Resort and Spa had to be the closet so far to my ideal beach wedding.


It was to be a lovely fusion of chinese tradition and Auzzie style. Hanging out at the conference room prior to the tea ceremony was only to be the start of a night of exclamations: oooo... wah you're such a big girl already!" and well, an opportunity to check out the kick ass gown my aunt was wearing. It was totally totally awesome: slit up the side with feathers tastefully done, a rich blue... oooh lah lah.


My duties at the reception got me kind of hot under the collar(or lack thereof) after awhile, not only because of the stupid haze which made the place real humid, nor was it having to deal with the guests and trying desperately to search for their name while figuring out whether they were on the justin or queenie guest list, nor was it seeing the ang pow bank fill up to the brim, but more importantly, it was the bubbly on an empty stomach which got me quite happy and high.
and so if bubbly on an empty stomach makes me happier than usual, what am i to make of my stylist's offer to get the boys of the salon to buy me drinks when i go to zouk. it all started with prudent questioning of his, whether i could drink, and then a warning, that i really shouldn't be driving on that day and finally, an assurance that he was a perfect gentleman.

well done la.



the wedding dinner was done the Auzzie way, what with a 4 course dinner, lots of live entertainment, dancing and lots of ringing of those tiny bells for the couple to kiss. Of which, much wisdom with regards to relationships was dispensed during the course of the night: because for every successful relationship, there needs to be compromise and never go to bed angry... but then again, in every argument, its always better to win, even if it means winning 51%. No prizes for guessing which came from the fairer sex. And i've come to realise that there can actually be a happy union between a doctor and a lawyer as my cousin has demonstrated.

And well, I suppose I have every reason to be glad that I'm still 'young' because according to my cousin at the same table, I was young enough to get the bling going without looking like a hooker. (ok. um. yay?) Well, I'll just take heart that if everything else fails, I still have my awesome heels. I mean its got to say something if the bride squeals that she loves your shoes the first thing she sees you.
a photo whore moment. pardon me.but for those heels.

i think she looked absolutely fantabulous


justin and queenie


and we'll dance, my love, just you and me


pat chan with a lovely rendition of 'my romance'


random thought of the moment: i can never maintain painted nails. what was meant for the wedding has now started to chip already 2 days after trying to get them to look decent. my mum is convinced now that her daughter has no clue how to paint those nails of hers. well mummy, there's not much point if i keep chipping them right.

even randomer thought of the moment:
i'm very much the gal who lives for the moment and leads by her heart..

and because someone once told me this: " you don't get attached because you need to fill an emptiness in your life..."


My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of May
No twinkling stars
No hideaway
No soft guitar

wen at 2:42 PM

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

And all the roads that lead to you are winding..

blah. blahness. blah-est.
Maybe its the monthly hormonal upset or maybe its just the result of mid-sem-sianness.
When my msn nick was " i don't quite know how to say, how i feel," wasnt emo-ing big time. I really meant it literally.

Wanting to do so many things, but inertia. Knowing that maybe I should be panicking about the looming exams (which might just very well trample me over with a loud fe fi fo fum), but then again, inertia, when I would most rather just crawl into bed again. Then there are times when i feel the need to be around people and at others, the thought of it just tires me out so. hide hide away.
You know how, sometimes you just know that what you really need is a good work out but damn the effort it takes to get your ass into the gym. All those thoughts of taking the easy way out and taking the turn into my estate.. yes, i'm an indecisive driver.
I wanna do all the fun stuff.. but then again, exams and work are such a bitch.

oh blast and bother,damn these conflicting rubbish.

lets all take offff and go on a holidaaaaay.

//"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."

wen at 9:29 AM

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Sunday, October 08, 2006

poem for the maybes

awsome stuff.

poem for the maybes
vrai

this is a poem for the maybes. not the yeses,
whose morning breath you taste on the hundredth day of hundreds,
but the ones you married or loved or betrayed in some other universe,
first time she wore it a rumbly stereo broadcast long slow notes and you
took her lonely hand, moved it over her head to spin her
and her hem in imperfect ellipses. you were barefoot;
she is taller than you.


there are jealousy plays, kiss-me-i'm-lonelys, a boy with things to say
and no one to understand them, you with no one to understand. you have
fumbled for fascinating answers to smalltalk questions from a girl you only want
in order to drive the girl you love as mad as she's driven you.


and you will, and you will,
smudge the line between maybe and yes--it's something about knowing
maybes are not afraid of the dark. maybes do not have favorite colors.
maybes have freckles, tequila breath, guilt, a pair of shoes
that, when you see them again on someone else, will make you pause. "don't"
in the air they exhale, or "in four decades, when we are old
and have forgotten one another and met again"


maybes are the ones you speak to as though nothing has happened.
maybes are the ones you'll never see again.
you know you've tasted him, but can't imagine the metaphor you
might've thought of to describe it. spent a night with her watching stars,
and all you can remember is how you told the story later.

wen at 1:03 AM

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Friday, October 06, 2006

out of danger

Heart be kind and sign the release
As the trees their loss approve.
Learn as leaves must learn to fall
Out of danger, out of love.

What belongs to frost and thaw
Sullen winter will not harm.
What belongs to wind and rain
Is out of danger from the storm.

Jealous passion, cruel need
Betray the heart they feed upon.
But what belongs to earth and death
Is out of danger from the sun.

I was cruel, I was wrong -
Hard to say and hard to know.
You do not belong to me.
You are out of danger now -

Out of danger from the wind,
Out of danger from the wave,
Out of danger from the heart
Falling, falling out of love.
-James Fenton


because i'm in danger of hyperventilating because of company. because all in the name of being emo.because i loved this poem the moment i read it in a lit paper a few years ago and has stuck ever since.
just because.
and this one, for(from) a friend.

truly, though our element is time,
we are not suited to the long perspectives
open at each instant of our lives.
they link us to our losses: worse,
they show us what we have as it once was,
blindingly undiminished, just as though
by acting differently we could have kept it so.
-philip larkin


i miss lit. i miss.

wen at 10:22 AM

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

iblame.irun.irestless.


It has been awhile. For blogging, for going out proper ( or at least it feels that way) .. for anything. And I blame prop assignment for that ( like how i vehemently waved the prop question in weihan's face in answer to whether i was zouking.)lease/not a lease but a tenancy at will or lease with grant/ licence/ not a licence but a contract.weeerrrrrrrt. Its a vicious cycle of blame. i blame prop for leaving me with little time to do other else so i attempt to ameliorate the situation by taking stabs at the keyboard and form a sentence. yay! one more to me.and Kiki. (oh just take the money and go) then end up doing rubbish online like changing the colour of my firefox. then i blame prop for sending me to the pits of boredom.

rawr.
Come next friday, I will play. you hear me? P.L.A.Y.

This holiday, each attempt at serious work would get waylaid with something else like going over to JB and realizing the merits of what you can do with RM10. awesome dimsum!eat.eat.eat.


then there is also the alternative. RM 10 for the boys- go watch dead or alive. lots of action, lots of bikinis, lots of boobs n asses, lots of wet tees.. just lack of a brain.

Triple that amount and you can go take a little puttering vibrating vehicle round the racetrack and then watch how a bumper flies or crash into someone in front of you and see people drift and drive like a maniac.
suiting up. oh the fantasies of a spanky leather jacket and a spiffy little red racing car


ready.. set..


go go go!

baby.. satisfy my need for speedbut i'm still hum.. unlike al who drove like a maniac.


then there was ht's lantern party, all in the name of tradition which landed up being a let's-burn-each-other's-lantern-with-sparklers-free-frag-session at the nearby playground. not to mention my classic brainless moment of trying to light the sparkler from the wrong end.
what twenty somethings i hear you say.




In the name of tradition, all gatherings at ht's place are never complete without some horror show. And it was Ju-On this time. "fux/cb/why the hell is she opening that door?!noooooooo.../*insert random scream*/freakkkk... "

****
maybe, some days, its good to place a little trust in horoscopes and its very well that it happened.

sat down, wondered why, how, what. couldn't come up with a proper answer and concluded that things just happen. it takes so much not to fall to apathy.

meme. don't have a fixed persona.a little bit of everything. soppy emotional sad love songs. me i like. head bopping/ grungy emo rock. i like.love those guitars.frank sinatra, nat king cole,songs for the old. ilike.

restless.bored.a little random. a little more excitement please.

//Do you listen to yourself?
Never live for someone else
Do you like the way you feel?
Nothing hurts when no one's real
She wants to shake this scene
Yeah, she wants to shake with me
She's not looking for the holes in all their lies

wen at 12:40 PM

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