Wednesday, January 31, 2007

summer skin.

Of late, I've seemed to have a second go at things.

2007 is essentially a year of birthday parties. A year essentially of social gatherings where you pick up where you've left off with old friends, exchange numbers and then start talking with the people you used to know only by name and used to recognise by face. Never said hi. but hey oh. time to exchange numbers. It feels like a second orientation.

mag and yanlings' stripes and cubes 21st @ SRC where i was completely knackered and burnt from wakeboarding earlier in the day. but yay to meeting RGS friends after eons.
It has been awhile since I last dressed up proper for anything. I remember getting quite tired of having to do so during the last hols for partying, dinners and what not. Slippers and shorts beckoned instead.
So yesterday was a pretty much happy break in between casual affairs. what can I say but dinner was absolutely smashing. I really appreciate mike banning me from driving and insisting on coming to get me , considering the amount of alcohol that I consumed by the end of the night: moet (on an empty stomach and during dinner), white wine, mai tai, b52 shooter.. it was a weird tipsy feeling that I had. a weird mix of alcohol caffiene and much sugar from dessert.
and i wonder how we all made it to school/work today.

shiming's 21st @ il lido
[i -heart- this place. the food is fantastic, the setting perfect, heard that dinner by the setting sun is even better and well.. the price is fantastic as well. but really, smashing date place if you have the moolah to spare]

where the guys look suave and the girls look demure

the lucky birthday boy

with tracy

with mike

tracy/jinghao/mike

weiyang whom I have not seen since JC
cafe del mar... which is my perrfect chill out spot

i heart the sand, the sun and the sea..( shites i could be the perfect propaganda spouting machine for the navy. )which explains why my mum has since given up on me and my forays into looking non-chinese during school term...
and my persistent insistence on us getting out into the sun and wakeboard. it has since been 6 months since we agreed on this. yes it takes half a year to get us to go wakeboard.

the girls were estatic. ours. and yes it actually had a name:
i like this photo muchly.all together now.
and we all can look pro. [but we so need to go back again and be at least becky's standard]
and this is the story of jared
jared looks pro// jared waves and decides to wakeboard with one hand// rope goes slack on jared//jared in water

* ok fine.. it didn't exactly happen in this order. i pieced the photos together.
obligatory photo whoring
and so concludes a post of much fun joy peace and laughter.
i love how the weather is turning out these days. much sun, and cool wind.
i love the crisp smell of the night now. the cold air.
i'm learning to love myself.

//this time
we take it slow

wen at 11:55 PM

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Saturday, January 27, 2007

puff of logic.

Miserable weather.
Lousy day.
Foul mood.

Weather like this should only be justified when tucked nicely in bed or with much loving, both of much were unfortunately non-existant.

I'm starting to see where the stereotype of lawyers has its roots:
a course where you learn to make use of those around you and to manipulate. the ends justify the means.
and another where you just become more cynical and start to enjoy the questioning and banging of the gahmen. its cool to be the rebel.
And then, the money-grubbing scrooge. where nights of reading (flipping) through your constitutional law text book has you learning an important lesson: that it is absolutely essential to be armed with a roll of scotchtape every single time, to hold your book in place. I seem to find new pages to tape up at every single read.
Oh no, I wouldn't dream of buying a new one.

Not when books cost a 101 buckeroos.



oh twice as much aint twice as good
And can't sustain like one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees


Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me

wen at 10:45 PM

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

could you stay..

I reckon my attention span of late is akin to that poor praying mantis which got fried on the roof of Jared's car.

The weather has been fickle, as like many other things. Sun and then rain and then the sun again.. When the sky turns grey and the temperature drops so does energy level and then the angsting starts. I'm assuming that it takes every last ounce of effort in people to haul their asses to school on a rainy morning for a 9 am lecture. Trust me the thought of making a diversion to somewhere where there was hot coffee and breakfast crossed my mind many times.

Then there's lots of hurling of vulgarities in the car on the way to lunch.. lots of shit stirring (hurhur).. but somehow I have friends who find enough energy in them to man handle me out of my seat into the student lounge to play pool.

"wentu.. lets go play pool.. 15 min only"
"no"
"lets go now"
"nooooo......"
*my phone and wallet get taken away*
"ok byeee.. you guys can have my stuff"
*my laptop gets closed shut*
"nooooooooooooooo.... I don't know how to play pool!" (which is the truth. I only played pool once waaay back when I was still in my JC orientation days. i'm bloody pathetic I know)
*at this point in time, I get plucked out of my seat and hauled away....



A sidenote to self and to my knee: I'll treat you well.. get you a massage or something but pleasseeeee don't give up on me. pretty pretty please..

wen at 10:09 PM

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Friday, January 19, 2007

nothing feels the same now


Happy Birthday to you!! i know that this post is a week late, but heyyyy... when you've hit that beeg number of 21, (it all goes down hill from here), you know you're really a big boy now. Hope you had a good one and you have an even smashing year ahead my dear.i'm sorry that it turned out looking like it was my birthday instead of yours. next time, we should really align everything and even out in accordance to the birthday boy.

with the resident sweet-boy, nic.

silly face with pam, way back from those JC days.
***
I know that it has been awhile since I've last updated this place but its been 3 weeks since the start of the new year and I'm starting to ask myself the all too familiar question of where my time has disappeared to. School/gymming and running and killing my joints in the process/tuition/going out... and then time amazes me by running out, and yet, there are times when I amaze myself with the way I use time. like how i run off to the gym for some me-time in between lessons. And how time is cruel.. alas, and i'm getting old. Because my joints ache a couple of hours after frisbee.

ever got the feeling that sometimes, somethings, you're afraid of jinxing them? wanting to take hold of something and yet totally wary of doing so.. and then you start to second- guess and you're not quite sure what to make out of the year to come. not emo, i'm sure. just amorphous
( oooh. big word, from those law cases....)

well, cheers to more fun peace and joy in a place atop a hill where the people run wild and free.(not)

//Now, if I wrote you a love note
And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And wanna be the one on my team

wen at 9:35 PM

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Friday, January 05, 2007

sweet dreams are made of these


I think we did RGS proud ( we followed the ever trusty RGS cookbook and out came masterpieces).
I sincerely believe that we do have a domestic future. Oh yes, we do.

Nutella cupcakes
almond-cereal-choc-chip-m n m- cookies
To quote Carrie, "everything gao gao!"
Eat your heart out!

//Paint me on canvas so I become,
What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire
wear my soul and call me a liar

wen at 11:46 AM

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hips don't lie

Because we're only young once.. watch last week's backseat anthem

wen at 2:10 AM

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Monday, January 01, 2007

you had me at hello.



happy new year folks!

There was this one girl at chijmes, clearly gone from all her boozing, hardly walking straight, much less dancing without tripping. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and as she hugged wing, she said that she was really happy that she was rid of him and yet when she had her arm around my neck, she told me a different thing.

" i still love him alot."

What could I say but, "new year, new start. you'll find someone better."
It wasn't that I approved of her getting herself pissed drunk and dancing all over the place but I couldn't help but feel for her. I don't know where her friends were, save for this nice nepalese dude who was taking care of her
It seemed like something out of those soppy movies, the sultry sounds of the cuban band muted for a bit, while something clicked within,
For every happy moment out there, there's someone with a less than perfect one.

I remember telling myself the same thing last year. "new year, new start" everything a clean slate. I was so goddamn confident.
And then life put me right back into my place.
love,friends,family, life.
There was this one time when I wondered if it would ever end. Bright sparks never seemed to last.

I've had enough of emo. Its time for happy.
But.. there's always a but ain't there. I'm afraid. honestly I am.
For all the times that I tell myself stuff like" babe, you've only one life, live it.", I'm afraid that I'll screw up.again. Sometimes I think I try to protect myself and then wrap myself up in multiple layers.
I'm wary, of embracing life. I want to. But I feel vulnerable.

Happy 2007.
Its still one life. my life.
// Hit me hard enough to wake me
And lead me wild to your dark roads

Headlights... before me
So beautiful, so clear
Reach out... and take it
Cos I'm so tired of all ths fear

wen at 2:15 PM

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