| Wednesday, April 27, 2005 |
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"oooh what pretty flowers!" she exclaimed! for days she left them in her room and the sweet smell of fresh roses permeated throughout. then they started to look a little sad, and she thought to herself that she'd better dry them soon.
she wondered for a minute if she should unwrap the pretty bouquet and take out the wet cotton in it. "nah, it'll dry out, it always does"
and they did, into a pretty bunch of flowers, the prettiest she'd ever seen.
but then day by day she began to notice little fruit flies buzzing about. until she looked a little closer and she realised that they were all buzzing about her pretty bouquet of flowers.
"this won't do!" so she unwrapped the bouquet. Bit by bit. first the string, then the scotch tape and then the layers of paper. till she reached the stems.
and they were all rotten.
so pretty on the outside, but all rotten in the inside.
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 9:04 PM |
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| Tuesday, April 26, 2005 |
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sometimes, my mother has a way of relating things to each other. When i told her that somebody got hold of my credit card and maxed it out, she started this whole nonsense of how she's a mother and she can quit her job and fly to hawaii to take care of me because i'm playing. and that because i play too much, i go to the clubs and when i'm dancing, someone will drug my orange juice. when i told her i don't drink orange juices, she started laughing and began another topic all over again.
sometimes, when i'm not aware of it, i turn into my mother.
i know i'm doing a jamie here. but i can't help it.this my conversation with my mom:
bohemian rhapsody says:
eh how come u're still at work ah??
bohemian rhapsody says:
6pm already u know?
bohemian rhapsody says:
what u doing for mother's day??
Christine says:
last night i work until 10:30 am
bohemian rhapsody says:
huh??
bohemian rhapsody says:
how come/??
bohemian rhapsody says:
does her pay u OT??
bohemian rhapsody says:
better u know
bohemian rhapsody says:
crazy
bohemian rhapsody says:
make sure he doesn't do anything funny to u okay
bohemian rhapsody says:
old men these days ahh.. very sneeky u know
bohemian rhapsody says:
they ask u to stay till late then bam.. u die..
bohemian rhapsody says:
ha ha ha
Christine says:
he don't pay us o/time but he gives us big bonuses. do u know how he look like a japaneses big fat stomaches and ugly fat
bohemian rhapsody says:
but still??
bohemian rhapsody says:
eh man... the bigger the man, more dangerous he is
bohemian rhapsody says:
somemore, u're so small
Christine says:
but he had a very beautiful indonesian model as a wife and she is only 23 yrs old but he is 40
bohemian rhapsody says:
hiyah...
Christine says:
do u know tina is small than mommy and very short
bohemian rhapsody says:
HUh??
bohemian rhapsody says:
thats smaller than eli!!!
bohemian rhapsody says:
hiyoh.. thats very small already
Christine says:
what do u eat for dinner
Christine says:
he want someone to treat his office like home and willingly to stay with him he is happy
bohemian rhapsody says:
he's a cheeky old man
bohemian rhapsody says:
where got such thing one??
bohemian rhapsody says:
hiyoooh
bohemian rhapsody says:
i fell asleep
bohemian rhapsody says:
i ate cereal
Christine says:
when we moved to Pandan Road we will have 3 meals a day provided frm boss
bohemian rhapsody says:
wattttttt
Christine says:
did you call daddy
bohemian rhapsody says:
wah
bohemian rhapsody says:
i msged him already
Christine says:
he is quite pretty generous to staff even he is a rich man
bohemian rhapsody says:
hiyoooh
bohemian rhapsody says:
all these rich man..
bohemian rhapsody says:
eh doesn't mean because he has money means he's nice u know
Christine says:
but daddy think he is a sucker sucking blood
bohemian rhapsody says:
seeee!!! ah ah ahh....
Christine says:
i don't care as long he pay me well and i just had an increment of S$200.00
and pls take note. I'm Bohemian Rhapsody.
nat |
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| Monday, April 25, 2005 |
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This will always remain one of my favourite songs
Butterfly Kisses
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven, and she's Daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life, oh but most of all...
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride
I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried
Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet sixteen today
She's looking like her Mama, a little more everyday.
One part woman, the other part girl
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
You know how much I love you Daddy, but if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.
With all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right
To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time,
Oh, like the wind the years go by.
Precious butterfly,
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.
Standing in the brideroom just staring at her
She asks me what I'm thinking, and I said I'm not sure.
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl,
And she leaned over...
Gave me butterfly kisses with her Mama there
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
Walk me down the aisle Daddy, it's just about time.
Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?
Daddy, don't cry.
Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right.
To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses,
I couldn't ask God for more, than this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember...
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses.
~mei~ |
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| Sunday, April 24, 2005 |
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while sms-ing the prospective boss to arrange to meet for an informal interview(let's call him Tom Hanks):
Me: Hi Mr. Hanks, I'm terrible sorry I have a paper this afternoon and will only end at 5.30pm, will you be able to make it?
Tom Hanks: Hi, if 2day 5ish kall me Tom
Thinking that he probably doesn't like sms, (although he specified sms in his email) I pick up the phone to call him, only it goes straight to vmail.
Me: Hi, tried calling, but couldn't get through. Sorry the earliest I will be able to make it is 6.15pm today. Would you be more comfortable with Sunday instead?
Tom Hanks: C how but 2day can't
Fast forward to today, Sunday.
Me: Hi Mr. Hanks, sorry to trouble you on a sunday morning! Just need to check back to see if we're meetin today?
Tom Hanks: I said kal me Tom. now we knw u mis out on details. 2day no gd away all week. So fri?
Me: Oh haha I thought you meant pick up the phone and call you. This coming friday or the following friday?
no reply.
I think he thinks i'm dumb, but in my defence while I was msging him the first time I was busy rushing for my equity paper!!!! OH no HELP ALICIA!
He thinks i'm daft. There goes my perfect summer job. :( HELLP CIA!
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 2:55 PM |
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| Saturday, April 23, 2005 |
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i like oc, depite the fact that anna's now gone from season 2, and im very slowly following channel 5's showing cos i dont download anymore, and i havent seen jojo who used to burn the whole season for me! if u read this its time to meet up my dear! anyhow.
last week's epidode ended off with a new era, that sounds kinda weird like the end is the beginning thing but it was bout how all of them were trying to move on after the drama mama of last season and it ended where they were all happy in the arms of their new found loves, maybe likes. and it was strange cos they were all clearly thinking about other people, marissa still likes ryan and summer still likes seth and vice versa but somehow circumstances just didnt permit them to get back together and so they find new pple to date. and despite that they were just contented to have someone hold them in their arms for that lonely night. and its sad. actually its very sad when two people who love each other cant be together cos along the way thnigs just change, i dont think feelings do, if anything i think they still love each other alot, but somehow the ravages of time and circumstances cast huge shadows over the relationship. and they just dont dare to take the leap anymore.
i get very sad when i see people who clearly love each other but cant get together cos of circumstances or something.
like romeo and juliet.
but in modern day people just dont kill themselves anymore, they move on.
and so even with the past unerased and hearts still aching, finding a greener pasture and trying something else doesnt seem so bad afterall.
is that called the rebound? maybe its the continuem (did i spell that correctly it looks weird..)
fall in love, fall out of love, cant get over old love, find a new crush, new crush becomes new love.
and we re happy again. but somewhere along those lines theres bound to be some overlaps where ure not over the old love yet but u sorta like the new love. so technically it seems quite possible to love 2 pple at the same time? hmm.
if you re not already a huge fan of OC i say please go and watch it. makes u think about stuff.
im rambling. and bored. i hate exams.
~eli |
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| Sunday, April 17, 2005 |
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what is reality but a mere figment of our imagination?
honestly, my first instinct is to want to slap you clair. slap you and san across the cheeks very very hard.
Its disgusting how the two of you place yourselves so high up on your own pedestals. Honestly, have you both no shame? Coming here in the midst of everybody's grieving to tell us that we don't deserve to grieve and that we don't deserve to feel?
SHAME ON YOU.
now, chew on that for a minute, and why, then, here's another thought. Clair, since you've declared yourself Ms. Tactful, what you would say Fian's family? Its apparent that you don't understand how difficult it is with death, that nothing anyone really says or does can take the pain away. The best we can do now is to render support and let them know that they're not alone in all this.
and why am i so happy? you're the type of person who failed lit in sch aren't you? You can't see the shades of gray. Black is black. White is white. There's a smiley there, oh gee therefore, she is happy. H-A-P-P-Y!
I remember Fian telling me once, that heaven is a place with milo pools and milo trucks, so that he could swim in milo and get outta the pool and drink milo. Now how do you not smile at a memory like that? Its the bittersweetness in the tone that you seem completely oblivious to. I'm not about to embark on an entire explanation for the prose passage I wrote. I charge 30 bucks an hour for that. :) (oooh look clair! Smiley! it means H-A-P-P-Y!)
and san san san, really? do you absolutely have to be soooo antagonistic about everything? The problem is, and if i may, its that you don't seem to know how to feel. Either that or you just really like to tell people how to feel don't you? Do you get satisfaction outta that? Does that make you feel better? Alrighttt everyone don't feel sad, you can't, because San said so. Only San's allowed to feel sad, that is if he's at all related to Fian? H-A-P-P-Y san?
Everyone has their own version of reality, their own beliefs and their own perceptions. This is a very wrong time to impose yours upon the rest of us.
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 11:40 PM |
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| Friday, April 15, 2005 |
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I think fian visited today. There was a tiny moth on my sleeve that wouldn't budge for the whole of my journey home, despite the fact that it was tiny and there was enough wind from the nearby cars to blow it away.
The first thing I said to him was, "you'd think you'd come back as something a little bigger huh?"
and then i spoke to him. i told him how i was sorry i wasn't a good friend, and how i was sorry i never got to give him twin towers figure i got him from KL (he wanted one because he couldn't find one the last time he went there. He'd been up to the top to pee off of it and wanted something to remember that experience by. haha) and i told him that we all missed him and that if he had any unfinished business or things to say to people and all, he could let me know. and when i reached home, and i was done talking, i said take care friend, and he lingered for a while, and flew off.
I must've looked pretty silly to the passers-by.
:)
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 9:00 PM |
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i've always considered remembering the past, a waste of time. although i do it very often, i always felt guilty of wasting my time to think about times that i've already lost. but today, i realized that it is okay to sit down and spend your time dreaming. dreaming about the times that has already gone by. about the people that u loved and lost.
when thomas picked me up from school today, i was still in my sad state of shock. even after going to school right after the airport, even after sittin through 2 exams, even after having 2 meetings, i was still in a daze. i'm actually quite amazed that i made it through the day because somehow it was like i was in this trance and i was moving and functioning without my knowledge.
but when we finally got to the parking lot, we were listening to this 1/2 hr progressive trance session that was playing on the radio. and i asked him to sit down in the car with me to listen to it until it finished. and admidst the session, i got lost in my train of thoughts. i was thinking about the past. about how we were. about the things i used to do. the things we used to do. and somehow, i started smiling and i was happy. for that moment, i was happy because i was blessed to have met someone like you. for being a part of my life, for creating the memories that i'll always cherish and for making me understand some things that i'll never learn somewhere else. its just a pity that i thought about this when u're gone. but i just hope that somewhere, somehow, u'll know that i miss you. and that i'm sorry for all the hurt that i put you through. that maybe someday, i'll see u again. maybe in heaven. maybe when we're reincarnated. maybe i'll be able to spot u again. somehow.
nevertheless, thank you.
nat |
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| Thursday, April 14, 2005 |
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and everytime i close my eyes i see your face, lying there, swollen from injury, and i'm hoping, still hoping that you'd open your eyes and get up. flashbacks of good memories, of you being so alive, of your smile, of your laughter. i still can't bring myself to believe that you were the same person lying on the cold floor.
goodbye alfian, take care, we'll see you around...
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 11:28 PM |
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A Song. For the cherished.
"The lights came on fast
Lost in motorcrash
Gone in a flash unreal
But you knew all along
You laugh the light
I sing the songs
To watch you numb
I saw you there
You were on your way
You held the rain
And for the first time
Heaven seemed insane
Cause heaven is to blame
For taking you away
The lights came to pass
Dead opera motorcrash
Gone in a flash unreal
In nitrous overcast."
- Tear, smashing pumpkins.
and you will be fondly remembered.
eLi. |
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we've said all we can say, done all that we can do. what's left after all of this?
a piece of the puzzle is still missing. i hope we find it.
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 4:14 PM |
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2 deaths in the same week is very very tragic. i'm just stuck in this realm of confusion, of grief and saddness and for most parts of anger and regrets.
but there really isn`t a point in being anger and remorseful. i had my chance to spend more time with that person, to entertain them, to be there, to appreciate. but noooooooooo, my daily hectic lifestyle is far more important than the people around me. so why grief when they're dead??? i jolly well had the chance to appreciate them when they were alive but i didn't. so now, i'm sad because they're gone?!??! and don't look at me like oh nat, u really fucked up. because i know that something inside u tells u that u fucked up just as badly as well.
at this point, i'm just filled with questions. about how he died? what were his last thoughts? did he know that he was dying or did it just hit him in the head and he didn't even have the chance to collect himself?? was it his fault for being a motorbike hero, or was it some blind ass muthafucker who bumped him and sent him straight to heaven? and they all say that God plans our life journey, so i say life's a bitch because Alfian was finally happy and contented with his life. And I've never seen him so contented in a looong time and then when he's at his high again, you kick him off his feet and make him fall to the ground??!?! life's a bitch, ain't it?!??! but then, whats the point of knowing? he's gone isn't he?? so why know?? it doesn't change jack shit. don't tell me that i'm disrespecting any religion because i'm just stating my facts. don't tell me that i'm that kind of girl who questions God and his motives and that in times of need, I push him away and distrust my faith. I'm just stating it in plain facts. that he was finally having things going his own way and then *pooof*. u don't know me well enough to judge, so just shut the fuck up, concentrate on the real issue and leave me alone to figure out my own faith.
i'm still mourning for my uncle but he already led a full life, he already knew he was dying and he set himself for it, that death is just another stage of life.. but this, is just a different story.
because i never got to tell alfian that i felt for him more than he knew. that i never gave him the credit for being the first boy who impacted my life. i never knew that someone could appreciate me so much despite all my flaws. i never thanked him for his cards, his presents and his support. alfian was a contradiction, my contradiction. he loved me, he hated me. he made me smile, he made me cry. he prayed for me, he cursed me at the same time. and even when we spoke the last time, when he thought i was being honest, i wasn't completely, because i wasn't sure myself. and then this.
and then i think about it and all this lamentations are just another form of selfishness. but then what's there to think when someone passes on? u think about the family, but whats there to say? that everything is going to be okay?? hell fuck no, u try losing a son and then tell me whether it feels okay! that he's in a better place because he's in heaven right now?? but what makes u think he hated life and wanted to be somewhere else?? and also, what if he isn't catholic or christian and they don't believe in afterlife or heaven and all that what nots?? then how..
when my uncle passed on, everyone told my grandma that everything's going to be okay. that he's in a better place because he's with God. that life is better for him because he's not suffering anymore. and i was like waatt the fuuuck are you guys talking about man。consoling doesn't help because that human loss is reality. that no matter how much u tell her that he's in heaven wouldn't work because that belief of Heaven is just a set of your own belief. that anything that comes out of your mouth is just another excuse to make the situation better. but why make it better? just leave it to reality man.. fuck..
and the saddest part came when we were in the boat, floating our way to palau ubin. and there he was, my uncle burnt and wrapped up in that one piece of cloth. that this man's life journey ends in pieces of grinded bones and ashes and there we were, scattering his remains in the sea. how ironic, that you live just to die. that your legacy is nothing more than just a memory. that people will remember you because of your actions and words, because you gave them memories and that is it. thats all that is left behind.
and now, we sit here and grief. because we all know that we should have spent more time with him. that it never sunk into our thick skulls that life is a gift that we often take for granted. that human beings are gifts that we only use at our dispense.
but nevertheless, at this last stage of his journey, its important to honour his presence. to let him leave with diginity despite all circumstances. that its best that people show up to pay their last respects and gratitude to him. that in someway, express your appreciation.
i'm sorry if i'm ranting. but 2 losses is no joke man. and to make it all worse, i have to fly back today!! it sucks when u're away and u lose someone and won't be able to pay your last respects. it sucks when u're there and he was in your face and then the next thing u know, he's gone. but it also sucks knowing that I'm here and he passed on and I have to go... i want to be there. to see him for the last time. but then, shit has to happen again.
call me narrow-minded, that i can't see the bigger picture to life. that i'm just another person who lacks belief in religion. whatever really. i am confused.. so it doesn't matter.
i just hope that if any of u knew alfian, please try to make it to the funeral to pay your last respects.
nat |
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a rush of emotions. the full span of it all within a mere couple of hours.
disbelief shock grief anger disbelief grief shock shock shock grief. disbelief.
i remember our first day being assigned to our classes. i sat beside this seemingly quiet bespectacled boy. he didn't have much to say, but i'll always remember so vividly his first words to me, "if you were a boy, you would be in 4.6"
but we all know that Fian was anything but quiet was he? He introduced me to "suck it" "cacat" and "THE ROCK" and in many ways he opened up my chungchengian eyes and showed me his world. angsty and politically incorrect 99% of the time, but 100% disarmingly witty and hilarious. Who could ever forget rugby finals 2001 where he stole chopsticks and forks and knives and spoons and stuck them in the pockets of unsuspecting Rafflesians? Who could forget how he'd used to cover his crotch (esp during early mornings) and go "psst psst! want to see THE ROCK?" and uncover his umm well bulge at the girls in class? Who could ever ever forget him and his adventures with Tasty sticks?
Its strange how we received the news together, as a group. And afterwards as we talked, we lapsed into moments where we'd recall the things that Fian did, and we talked and laughed at the memories like nothing had ever happened. It was just too unnatural to do otherwise.
it isn't real is it? someone please tell me it isn't? my brain's all fuzzy right now...
~mei |
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| Wednesday, April 13, 2005 |
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just because I felt like putting up some pictures...
only problem is, i put it up in the wrong order so you gotta see from bottom up...
mei |
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no matter how unglam it was |
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when we were skinny |
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| Monday, April 11, 2005 |
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At the risk of sounding completely bimbotic and air-headed,
I AM BREAKING OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:(
please be nice when you see me...don't point and stare ok?
~mei~ |
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| Sunday, April 10, 2005 |
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i should be studying. instead i am:
thinking of writing my cover letter for my summer job application.
reading blogs over and over why why why
smelling my hair because clairol's fruit fusion is so damn yummy.
and planning my summer holiday (i'm jealous of your summer job by the way sandra!)
right now all i'm craving for is a beeeg beeeeggg cuppa toffee nut latte. but i can't get that can i because its not christmas, is it! if you get me a toffee nut latte i will love you forever and ever and ever and ever you get the point
ok i am going to put on my glasses and feel intellectual. hopefully then i will start on my work.
~mei~ |
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| Saturday, April 09, 2005 |
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i just heard this head banging kinda rock song that strangely went
" if you're not the one then why are you the only one who can make me feel like thissssss..
if you re not the one why are you the only one who can make me feel like shitttttttttt....
shhhhiiitttt.......sssshhhhhiiiiitttttt....sssshhhhiiiiittttttttt...."
does anyone know what song this is?
eli |
| posted by 3 @ 7:29 PM |
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hello people.
i've been really busy and don't have enough time to write.
but if i did have time to write, i would write about my wonderful time in Florida. that thomas's family is so nice and warm and that i had the most splendid holiday. that his mother was so sweet that she threw me a "welcome to the family" party. i would also write about my awesome time in Orlando, Universal studios. that i had the best time with thomas and his baby brother. that i was screaming and laughing like i haven't had in years. I would also write about my sucky trip to south beach. where they had the wmc festival. where tiesto, paul oakenfold, paul van dyke, ferry corsten, carl cox, seb fontaine, eric morillo, moby, the crystal method, armin van buuren, sander kleinenberg, steve lawler, timo maas, bt, hybird and many many more, were there. i didn't get to go club with them but i eventually managed to manipulate myself to be contented that i'm in the same physical location and breathing the same air as some of my all time favourite djs.
if i had to write, I'll talk about how my school life is a bitch. working with idiots who think that i'm an overachiever and that I shouldn't push so much just makes things even more frustrating. somehow, i've lost that ability to shout and scream at people, somehow, i lost my bitchy nat touch. but even if i remember how to be bitchy, i guess it wouldn't work on retards who would look at gucci for club uniforms??
if i had to write, i would talk about my "ghost" encounter. that thomas and i had a visitor one night that freaked the hell out of me. and because of that, i am a believer of spirits.. nevertheless, i still love my apartment, whether its haunted or not.
last but not least, i would write about a death in the family. that sometimes, when someone dear dies, everything suddenly becomes meaningless. that all my complains mentioned above are nothing but a figment of my imagination. thats its a problem because i think it is.. the saddest part about it all is that, his last words to me was" take care sayang. i'll see u soon." that never came true.
i'll see you guys in singapore tomorrow. bye.
nat |
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| Friday, April 08, 2005 |
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(test) + (essay deadlines x 4) + (exams x 4) - (climbing) - (quality fun time) + (pms) = a very cranky eli + pimples + no appetite + bloatedness + panda eyes.
for once i can do math. the equation of my life for the past weeks and a few more weeks to come albeit only about a month more but which will feel like multiply infinity.
=(
dont irritate me or else i will castrate you in a very painful way bring that pain into the very depths of the earth and you will still have no idea what kinda hell im talking about. rrrrrrrooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr. im stressed.
and today while i was doing my run birdshit plooped onto my shoulder and made me shriek and stop in my tracks thus saving me from crashing straight into an oncoming bike at high speeds. i dont know if that was a blessing in disguise but the heavens sure had some shitty plan in line for me.
eLi |
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Nothing spectacular at first glance. The steely cold convention hall with air-con ten degrees too low, the chinese restaurant like chairs, and the blatant lack of designer acoustics. What seemed like good seats initially, were marred by mr tall two rows in front. Not that I missed out on anything visually, since my short-sightedness rendered me able to view as much as Diana’s cascading golden locks that she flicked at intervals of “oomphs” during her songs.
But the minute she opened her mouth, it was nothing but heaven, pure heaven. Her voice was deliciously rich and seductive. The warm soothing husky tones of Diana Krall went straight to the core of my very being. In that brief moment of respite from the panic of exams, I was content, very very content.
Thanks for remembering me cia!!!!! I loveeee youuuuu!!
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 12:19 AM |
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| Friday, April 01, 2005 |
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It isn't every day that a girl gets to feel like a princess. I must be lucky, because princess mode lasted two whole days for me.
From the stroke of midnight 29/03/2005, the surprise that wasn't really a surprise but sweet nonetheless, the card that travelled a million miles, to the presents at our door the next morning, the cosy and simple tah-paoed home dinner, the beautiful flowers that took my breath away, the ishuffle that's brought music back into my life and the little diamond key from daddy which really meant so much. not for the fact that it was diamonds and pretty, but for the fact that my dad never buys presents. so you know this one's gotta count. what i would give to remain daddy's little girl forever. thanks to you who remembered and cared :)
21 feels so...laden with responsibility. No more almost theres and if onlys. Its time to shape up or ship out!!
~mei~ |
| posted by 3 @ 2:06 AM |
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finally some music back in my life! |
| posted by 3 @ 1:46 AM |
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all the way from hawaii :) |
| posted by 3 @ 1:45 AM |
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look carefully! you'll see the number 21 at the bottom! |
| posted by 3 @ 1:45 AM |
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as always, the cool dude shot |
| posted by 3 @ 1:43 AM |
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guys and dolls |
| posted by 3 @ 1:41 AM |
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family family! |
| posted by 3 @ 1:40 AM |
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boys horsing around |
| posted by 3 @ 1:38 AM |
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birthday girls! |
| posted by 3 @ 1:34 AM |
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