yesterday i saw a big tough guy with his girlfriend, almost equally tough, appearance-wise, at least. and then i saw how tender he was towards her, holding her tight and how she snuggled up to him; both abandoning their tough appearances. the L word, the sheer dichotomy. boys, now you know why the girls like tough boys. your tenderness is very endearing.
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"If man was able to drain all repetition from his life so that each moment was a unique creation, if each place, each event, each thought were new and filled with the risk of uncertainty, chased by a small demitasse of anxiety, with the awesomeness of novelty and surprise, that would justify a real life, not like these mass-marketed, manufactured little existences we live today, where each scene in our concocted existence is set in a home or job, with the same recurrent cast of minor characters. We are trapped in our own cheesy sitcoms, replete with the inflated laugh-track and fraudulent sentiments."
just photos photos and photos in chronological order of thursday and friday. more HERE.  somehow, 3 girls in brown and white...  dinner with the rag girls, risse and rui at miss clarity cafe ( : the fridge gave us such a... glow. haha.  thereafter, pre-dblo drinks at alex's. alex and beek (:  nich and alex, who managed to fit into one armchair.  rui and wanxuan ( :  the boys gone crazy haha.  josh who was the most sane, with nich and mok.  i dont know how i managed to get them to take a photo that's actually halfway decent.  see what i mean, mok 5 mins after the previous photo.  rui and her big boy.  friday, spent cooped up in the library. nich's book says NUISANCE haha.  guess who's the one who koped uni's red slippers...
"If I die," she told me, "burn these notebooks. Douse them in kerosene and let them burn till ash, then bury them. I'd never forgive you if one word remained."
"But I'm the one who's been sleeping with you. I pretty much know every inch of your body. What's there to be ashamed of at this late date?"
"Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment...Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."
- Haruki Murakami
the weekend was perfect, almost.
saturday night we spent having dinner in town, before shuttling down to wine company at dempsey where we had lovely wine and conversation and then supper at al ameen. then we slow-danced to coldplay beneath the stars next to his car, and that was the best part of my night (: shall let the pictures (where's issac in the photos) speak, before i'm labelled a bimbo for dishing out entries describing nothing but the events of my days.
at wine company; mok joan mich  kennedy and josh  rui and zhang  the one with the vision 
do you remember last year when we realised we were afraid to be seen eating.
last week, on some random night, we stood by the road. the haze made everything seem... well hazy. the street lamps , despite their luminary purposes, merely made everything less clear instead and reminded me of conrad's heart of darkness.
how his descriptions of the cities were cleverly constructed, using ominous sympathetic background to contrast light and darkness and to show the evilness of civilisation, ha. and of course how he loved long, never-ending descriptive sentences (like eliot and like all the judges whose writing i now read instead of literature which was certainly much more captivating). it also reminded me of us slogging through lit lessons in jc - how i meticulously underlined key quotes using fine light blue markers and attempted to write down everything ms champagne said in the margins of my photocopied book and how everyone was left with a rather dark/sinister mood after our last lecture on the book which was 4 hours long.
anyway, i realised i have digressed (with a mighty long sentence somemore ha).
so yes, we stood by the road, after drinks and an uninteresting soccer match on tv, standing in two pairs and a trio. supposedly waiting for cabs, but really, there were a line of cabs but no one was getting on, so i guess we were all just waiting for something (though really nothing in particular) to happen. in the end, expectedly nothing happened and we just went on our separate ways home.
so yes, things were just uneasy and to quote a common phrase of risse's, it was just... bizarre.
my day is going downhill
even though
1. i'm wearing a colourful teeshirt (you know how your attire reflects/affects your mood? i was trying to align my mood to my attire haha)
2. we had a good peranakan lunch at some place hidden within some residential estate off bukit timah
because
1. i'm in the study room, with 2947290364 cases left to read in preparation for the damned torts test on friday.
surely your teachers have told you before that when weighing pros and cons, it ain't about the numbers but about relative importance.
therefore... damn.
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